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Haha, yeah | I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch | I made you get that Patek, bust it, bust it down, bitch
Haha, yeah I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch I made you get that Patek, bust it, bust it down, bitch I came from out the jungle with this shit written on my arm No cap (yeah, yeah) I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (we like a hundred mil' up) Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game (two hundred million) Yeah, I bought my first Rollie servin' 'caine Yeah, told your main thing, she the least, she can pour my cup I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup (Pluto) Fully loaded, tote the magazine (super) Bitch, I'm rollin' and I'm on codeine, yeah (bitch, I might be) Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah I been gettin' my check before I knew what was Nikes (knew what was Nikes) Mixed breed, bad bitch, bite me like I'm Tyson DJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin' (yeah) Take that nigga bean and bring me a hundred thousand ones 150 for the walk through, I'm totin' my gun (pew) Me and slatt, slatt, that's Super Slimey shit (Super Slimey, ayy) Swappin' hoes out, we just slimed the bitch up Watch so froze, don't know what time is now Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' confident (n'ap boule) Buy a bitch a Birkie, that's a compliment, yeah (straight up) Ballin' like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah (ooh, ooh) Pluto, Freeband Gang (it's lit) Yup, in my white tee (yeah) Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (it's lit) They gon' wipe you before you wipe me (phew) On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (ooh, yeah) Cacti's, not no iced tea (ah) Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (ah) You need more than Google just to find me (ah) I just call up bae to get her hyphy (ah, ooh) Incredible, icky-icky, general I just start the label just to sign me Me and Chase connected like we Siamese (woo, woo, ooh, ooh) We've been on the run, feel like a crime spree Talk to me nicely (yeah) (I seen his face, seen it) Yeah, on his white tees (let's go) Yeah, yeah, call the Sprite people (call 'em, hol' on, brrt) Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (on private flights, brrat) Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (da, da, da) Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (up) I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (ayy) Ran up 20 million, told the Devil, keep the luck (luck) Keep that, keep that hoe (uh-uh) R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (ayy, slatt) Talk to me nicely (talk to me nicely) Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (that ain't like me) Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch) I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Yeah, in my slime tee (doo, doo, doo, hee) Prince, he in his prime, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Yellowbone too feisty, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Clean him up, no napkin, yee (doo) Yup, in my white tee (yeah) Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (it's lit) They gon' wipe you before you wipe me (phew) On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (ooh, yeah) 'Scuse me Backin' out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain In the cup it built, I'm double-cuppin' champagne Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name Tryna show all my young niggas how to start up, believe Coming through with no top, she showin' in Mickey D After 12:00 a.m., come through with special Elevate, up the top, this shit got levels
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