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Bitch, this Gucci shirt cost 1500 Bitch, this Hermes cost 1600 Fifteen pairs of 1's cost 1500 I need a quarter pound, cost 1500 I need a zip, bitch, that's 200 Nigga tried to charge me 500 He think I give a fuck cuz I got money Ain't no nigga gone tryna ride on me Nigga slide on me They gone bring yo guys on me Bring yo .40 wit you Nigga, bring your shawtys with you Just do it, Nike Nigga, you don't like me Nigga, I don't know you You got your hand out, I don't owe you Pistols up, pistols blow you We got them pistols tucked but we will show you What the fuck we gone do? Have them fucking pistols fucking on you 350 in the coupe Nigga, who the fuck is you? 200 in the truck Running niggas over, running thots up in the truck Ball, Ride a 5180 on the dash He was driving fast Thought he was gone crash It's a Super Charger I bought a Hemi on that ass He drinking gold bottles, I bought Remy on they ass Straight block shit Pull up, get shot quick We pulled off quick Why, bitch? Cuz we seen a dick This that straight drop shit Straight out the pot shit Turn a 100 into a brick Turn a 60 into a lick Turn a 50 pack into a fit Turn a 500 pack into my wrist Yeah I'm shining, bitch I turned some money into diamonds, bitch West Coast, smoking on the best dope
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Taylor Moody Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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