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(Cook that shit up, Quay)Go to lunch in the Jewish community (Yeah)I wouldn't tell on the bros with immunity (Nah)Playin' victim, that shit ain't gon' ruin meI'm the only now that outdo meI got hoes by the group tryna do meMy life like a movie, get head in the waterDon't gotta put in no work, I send ordersThis shit done got serious, them millions come plural, I'm living by moralsWe swipe 'em, ain't keepin', no Dora ExplorerI'm young and I'm turnt, I got bitches galoreMy baby, my whip cost two-fifty, I'm splurgin'Got five million cash just in case of emergencyMy young niggas kill, get away, they be purgin'It happened like this, I ain't do it on purposeI'm working my move, nigga, which one of you workin'?I turned on my crew, bought a coupe off of versesI'm tired of these strippers, I'm going at nurses and doctors and dentistsYou started, I finished, I told you we with itMy word is like gold to my cityI tell 'em to go, they gon' get itI heard that you froze when they hit itPutting these hoes in the business, you know that you trippingI tell 'em no, they gon' listenKnowin' these niggas be sweet and some bitches, I'm differentShe tryna leave me, I'm low downI hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'roundI'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profileAll of my cars get delivered with no milesThey think they do and we don't, I don't know howRun through the load, call the plug, I need more poundsI put on drip every day from the floor upI'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeahCullinan shot in, my driver named SolidI keep him on point, make sure nobody follow usI got a Glock with a shot that can stop a truckI get the money eight ways like an octopusNo way in hell I'ma give all these choppers upTeam full of players, ain't nobody stopping usHe out of line, give a fuck, then we poppin' himBeen raisin' hell, back in school, I was popular, yeahAll of my hoes get facials, face meMake her my bitch too much, she lazyI was thinking prices too high, then I raised 'emShit in my bank account gettin' outrageousNiggas smellin' like that, had to switch up my fragranceAnd I'm sending out shots if the fouls get flagrantSwitch up my route to the house, had to change itStill with the shit, I forget that I'm famousShe tryna leave me, I'm low downI hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'roundI'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profileAll of my cars get delivered with no milesThey think they do and we don't, I don't know howRun through the load, call the plug, I need more poundsI put on drip every day from the floor upI'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeahShe tryna leave me, I'm low downI hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'roundI'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profileAll of my cars get delivered with no milesThey think they do and we don't, I don't know howRun through the load, call the plug, I need more poundsI put on drip every day from the floor upI'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeahI'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more upI put on drip every day from the floor upI'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more upI put on drip every day
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