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Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine | Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed | I want sex, money, bitches, and the stic…
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed I want a cigarette Don't wanna talk with ease, I'm over all it Don't try fuckin' with me, boy, I don't want it You should go and get with her, she's better for you Baby, I'm not that girl, don't want no lovin' from you Don't try fuckin' with me-e, yeah, no, I don't want it You should go and get with her, oh, uh, she's better for you Never gonna be your girl, boy, I don't want you I don't want lovin', all that I want is Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real (Don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I) I don't give a damn, don't you understand? I've been down, so don't come around I see it, know you want it, yeah Yeah, I'm not goin' for it, it's in the best He really want a chance, sorry, man, not a fan He lookin' when I dance, keep your head up out your pants I never really want it You know that all I want is, all I want is Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed I want a cigarette Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed I want a cigarette Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
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