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I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerLike Imma transformer, like Imma transformerSmoke grey enzo looking like a shadow550 Benzo you ain't on my levelShawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottleMagazine star dating nothing but the modelsI went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer(You bastards, bastards)I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerLike Imma transformer, like Imma transformerSmoke grey enzo looking like a shadow550 Benzo you ain't on my levelShawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottleMagazine star dating nothing but the modelsMoney piling up you would think I won the LottoCash rule everything around me thats my mottoAll black Rolex you had never seen noCoutnin big chips you can call me a casinoHey you, shawty what it doWhip so sick you can call it bird fluGot the top back hair blowing in the airImma bout to kill it this yearCuz I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a Like Imma transformer, like Imma transformerPoint black I'm the best in generalYou know I ball and I ain't talkin bout genitalsImma shark you can't catch me with no fishing poleIn the dark you can see me cos my whislte glowGet some stripes lil' mama make my whislte blowDon't need no misltetoe, but you can kiss it thoughBut baby drop it low and make it shake for meCall me fellow of reserve cuz I make moneyAnd then I waste moneyMy chain so sunnyI got them carrots so I share it with them snow bunniesYo money is only bout yay highI got that ching ching money like shanghaiYea Imma fool wit itKnow what to do wit itWho you know got a private jet with the windows tintedOverseas cashGet overseas assgot it on lock like I'm dreading with some beeswaxHey you shawty what it doWhip so sick you can call it bird fluGot the top back hair blowing in the airImma bout to kill it this yearCos I went from a, high top to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformer(Whoa)I went from a hightop to a convertible like Imma transformerI went from a Like Imma transformer, like Imma transformer(Yeea)Hey lil'mama pretty thang over therePut my CD on and let it bang through ya earYou know I'm the bestWatch me do my stepAnd Imma let you do the restCos I got dimes on meAnd I ain't talking bout no weedI mean fine shawtysAnd they running with CB yea
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