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Floyd Mayweather Im a king, ok? I eat a feast Every time I eat, I eat a feast And when I get up from this table I don't give a fuck who get the leftovers I rock TN's Park the BM Carpe Diem Bag your baby mama off a DM I was on the road hustling Now I'm globe trotting Versace robe rocking Solid gold sovereign Rinse the ink in the pen I had an inkling Bling bling Bitch, my shirt ain't have a wrinkle in Your flows rinky-dink I annihilate the rhythm like Mickey Finn Tonic in the Gin I Flip the table Diss the label Smoked salmon in the bagel Two week trip to Naples Trippin' on the cable I'm trippin' on my cape, unstable I keep my plate full Real showmanship I'm spending dough at the Ritz Big Daddy Fitz with the jokes I flip I might talk about some coke I flipped And trips to the goldsmiths I TKO'd it I'm a goat your a goldfish I trust the process Remove the guts from the blowfish Ackee with the salt fish Numbers in the Rolodex Your money and your Rolex You know the rest Lupe Fiasco This is what we doing? We're gonna sit here, and pay $3500 for some fucking sushi Is this what we doing? Coz if this is what we doing, right? We fittin' to do this shit every night? This is what niggas is about? This is what we supposed to be doing?
Writer(s): Anthony Best, Iqbal Singh Sathi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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