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YeahWoo, woo (Let's go, Mario)Woo, woo (Let's go)Woo, woo, woo (Yeah)Woo (Lil Uzi Vert) , woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)Uh, I came in with a new 40 GlockFuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly RockI'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly RockFunny money, no, this is not no silly guapGot a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah)All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy BopTell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello?)At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lotMe and my boys, you know that we sharin' thotsI got niggas that be movin' the tan rockThat's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lotMan, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lotDrive-by on a rat, you a walkin' copDouble-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spotComme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Blah)Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lotYeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butterscotchDove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lotGot my money, then I had to just flood the blockI'm the only one that fucked on that bitchBut I made that ho just cum and just neck the blockYeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the blockWe got shooters that's gon' pull up and X your block (Blah)Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)Makin' money like a nigga don't need to dropOne eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty WapMicrowave help me dry out the Redi RockThrowin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knotsGettin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stopEvery day my birthday, why the confetti stop?She look good, but she wear Fashion NovaTook her shoppin', put her right in some VetementsGot a bitch, yeah, she live in New YorkBut I took her right down right in LASpent a hundred thousand right at the BeverlyIntersection probably where, um, the fellas beI'm on Rodeo, it ain't shit you could tell to meAnd I'm on a boat, it ain't shit you could sell to meUh, I came in with a new 40 GlockFuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly RockI'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly RockFunny money, no, this is not no silly guapGot a Richard Mille, this not a silly watchAll this money make me wan' hit my Diddy BopTell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lotsAt the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lotMe and my boys, you know that we sharin' thotsI got niggas that be movin' the tan rockThat's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lotMan, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lotDrive-by on a rat, you a walkin' copDouble-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spotComme des Garçons, use my heart a lotI was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lotHighbridge, I was just right there on the blockWhat do they got in common with Uzi?We get money and we fuck up just on your thotsMake the haters sit back and just, um, think a lotI'm so lit, I could make your whole strip hotHit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rockYeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thotMake her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy topThis Chanel, no, I don't wear no BaccaratWent to Vegas, made some money off baccaratRaf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rockI'm in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socksSlidin' all on the ice like a hockey shotSeventeen-five for a t-shirtHe got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woahGators on me, you can't catch me in bummy CrocsI'm a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hopHugh Hefner died, so I can't get bunny topI can never die unless all my money stopsFuckin' all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lotWhen I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lotCountin' up my millions, you know it's up a lot (Yeah)Uh, I came in with a new 40 GlockFuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly RockI'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly RockFunny money, no, this is not no silly guapGot a Richard Mille, this not a silly watchAll this money make me wan' hit my Diddy BopTell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lotsAt the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lotMe and my boys, you know that we sharin' thotsI got niggas that be movin' the tan rockThat's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lotMan, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lotDrive-by on a rat, you a walkin' copDouble-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spotComme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
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