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Pulled up in a two-seater (Coupe, yeah)Insides 'ghetti (Spaghetti)Money, let's get it (Let's go, let's go)Steppin' on a peasant (Pss, yeah)Do it 'cause I want toI don't need the credit (I don't say nothin')Eighty on the Kelly (Want some)And that's her aestheticStiff gang on a bitch, don't approach me (Nope)I go up by the week, real motion (Still runnin')I can really play the game and coach itI ain't dealin' hand to hand, I wholesale (Real money)Baked potato with everything on it (Loaded)Diamonds hittin', everything pourin' (Can't focus)Sent the Uber, get away from me (Go 'head)I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit (Oh, yeah)We can't be all on the 'Gram, don't post us (Don't post us)Motherfucker in my hand, no holster (No holster)Turnt up, young nigga, I'm the most (I'm the most)Twenty vibes T'd up on the boat so I (Ski)Puttin' it down for Atlanta like I'm Soso 'nemI know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear (I'm gone)You know I know you a ho, nigga, so, so what?Get it done by myself, don't need no coconspiratorThunderstorm when I come, I am so, so real (Doin')They got brodie fucked upI'm lookin' out for them (Got 'em)Can't cry, I got ten tears drop in both my earsI been fuckin' up Nobu before the dealWhen I'm done and I'm leavin', she know the drillI put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills (Got motor)I need racks every day, this shit cost a mill' (Cost)I catch her out of bounds, I'ma sock it to her (Sock)M's in offshore accounts like a soccer dudeI've been dead broke before, keep my pockets fullThrow a sixty on the Wock and I run a lil'Know I make me a lot off a lil' nothin'Couple zips of that raw and you blow it upSet up shop anywhere, I be goin' upTrench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuffPushin' packs of drugs in the new yearRich junkie, addicted to blue bucksDifferent mind frame, I grew upReally Mr. Let-A-Bitch-Do-HerPretty shit debatin' 'bout who firstBro, I'm not his twin, I don't know who worstShe'll sell her soul for some cheap pursesSleepin' giant, woke, I done resurfacedWoke up in the Maybach with push curtainsWe don't fuck with him, he a goofySmooth talker, right out a two-piece2025, the new fleetKickin' shit with P's, Bruce LeeBro know he a pack, LooseLeafRidin' in the 'Cat, red keyGo and check the stats, I'm OG, yeahStraight out the jungle, survival is a mustI want the cheese, my pockets stuffed crustI'm 'bout to leave, she come and touch me upGot her own business account, I'm the plugI'm out in Vegas, blicky on my hipThree hundred K, the charges disappearI really made it, I used to work a flipI ain't gon' play, came through dunkin' off the dribbleBro wanna take on the trial, let's do itKnow how to move, I locked in with the JewsPassin' out Hermès, for Christmas, I'm ScroogeNo, I can't let her, I'm stickin' to moodI like the way that she fuck, she the coolestModels, she love a hood nigga, they bougieDig the dude, put the grave on my tombstoneHit him straight in this shit if he move wrongVirgil Maybach, I'm swervin' a two-toneThirty deep in the spot like a group homeDrive her crazy, she think I put wood on herWe gon' lay, catch 'em lackin' move on 'emYeah, I'm hot, check the temp', but I'm cool onTake some furs, I'm workin' my move on herGive her curve, I'm puttin' that spoon on herOut in Saudi, I'm pushin' a fur coat (Wheezy outta here)
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