When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing | Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang | Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing | Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang | Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a nigga up, louie belt match the chucks I'm in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tub Back it up like a u-haul, rake ass is up Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid The Panamera's sick, Lupus T-Raw show them how we do it Swiss signs do it, my new bitch A nudist, peace like a buddist Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck Arm out the window, another check, another rolex Mo' less, the moet, the mo' sex, I must say I bought her the P Jet, more than a piss test So I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna' make up Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up Wake Up, shooting my babies all on her make up I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs Eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Never tell a bitch I love her Money talk Chris Tucker Got a chauffeur, and a driver I don't lease it, I'mma buy it I'll be on the broke diet You ain't eating but you biting my style Motherfucking strike, light-lightening T-Carti, my bitch like Bugarri I walk in the spot, all these bitches bogart me Spent 30 racks, I'mma make it back tomorrow Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari Tyga riding shotgun, snake print cardi Air, I'm in them like airs 2500 nigga call them Nikes rare See them niggas hating, but I don't really care Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear See it in the light though (woah) Rick Flair When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom Bitches screaming A, we're no where near Atlanta Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winner I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina Get lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find her Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda Shout out to my nigga Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang
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