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Now we can sit here and reflect on what to do | Face the cold arithmetic dividing me and you | Should we flip a coin or simply reach into the hat?
Now we can sit here and reflect on what to do Face the cold arithmetic dividing me and you Should we flip a coin or simply reach into the hat? Maybe if we took our time, it won't resolve into that I'm needin' you all to transfer this cash Pull up eighteen wheels up to Hermès I'm needin' you all to transfer this cash Pull up eighteen wheels up to Hermès Pop out that knot in my digital dash Send out that word, it went in and it smashed Branded Roberta, overloaded, no crash Board up a plane, I got motion on traffic Louis V threads go well with the Patek Quit all that yappin' and turn off your casket Making it happen, I'm not doin' rattin' Ballin' sporadic, more like automatic Get out of traffic or step and get at it Straight off the bottom, the flow like a magnet Get to that money, done made it a habit Got my weight up, dawg, got my cake up, dawg Got your hate up, dawg, I can't fuck with y'all Stay out reppin', dawg, big ol' steppin', dawg You thinkin', dawg, leave you stinkin', dawg Puttin' that past you, dawg, I'm puttin' that past me, dawg Knockin' money off, I'm knockin' that money off Can't stash it in the house, I'm stashin' in the loft Got cocaine in the wall, my plug pick up my call Coke in the hat and whip it up some more Got Tootsie, you got whippets, you can come and join I pay a ho for the tummy tuck when I snatch the ventolin Got heroin in my cup, smell it comin' out my pores They just lined the hoes up, yup, that ass inside the floor Pirates had a fork on me, seven in the morning Race your money like a racetrack, goin' jail before it Pull off in a whole 'nother one, seventeen hundred horses Got my weight up, dawg, got my cake up, dawg Got your hate up, dawg, I can't fuck with y'all Stay out reppin', dawg, big ol' steppin', dawg You thinkin', dawg, leave you stinkin', dawg Puttin' that past you, dawg, I'm puttin' that past me, dawg Knockin' money off, I'm knockin' that money off Can't stash it in the house, I'm stashin' in the loft Got cocaine in the wall, my plug pick up my call Now we can sit here and reflect on what to do Face the cold arithmetic dividing me and you
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