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My nigga Menace on the beat, ay We ain't never trippin' over bitches, we can share the hoes (we gon' share) Line 'em up, I'ma knock 'em down, playing dominoes (dominoes) In any real situation, you gon' prolly fold (yeah) I keep pouring Wockiana like I got a cold (like a cold) Niggas sneak dissing for attention, that shit getting old (what the fuck?) And I gross the most income inside this household (this household) Don't ask what's on my feet, these are some thousand-dollar insoles Prada socks just to cover up my shinbone (cover up my shinbone) Why are these niggas bragging 'bout these hoes that I sent home? (Hoes that I sent home) Why are these hoes bragging? You ain't the only one I spent on (only one I spent on) In the club, models in my section, what I'm big on (I'm big on that) Big attachments in the closet, take a lot to put this shit on (throw it all in the closet) Thousand dollar white pants got me watching what I sit on (if I stain 'em, I'm in debt) I'm in Goyard, finna wrap the newest belt around my hip bone (around my hip bone) I'm in Fendi grabbing everything my size, I should've been gone (grabbing everything) Last night I fucked around and poured a five, I should have been up (I should have been up) It was 20 for a feature, but it went up (yeah, it went up) I had to stop sharing my location, she might really come (she might really come) Grammar school, best dressed list, I was number one (every time) 41 got me higher than a cliff, he might really jump (he might jump) I just bet five thousand on the six, it came 51 (51) I just poured like a five or a six in a tiki punch (five or a six) Nigga asked, "Have I been fucking with his bitch?" Yeah, pretty much (pretty much) Finally made ten thou', it took you 20 months (you ain't on it) She ain't never did nothin' wrong, but still ain't good enough (yeah) She can never be my bitch, we ain't been through enough (you can't, never) She'll never be my bitch, she don't do enough (never be my bitch) Was finna leave the club, but I don't think I threw enough (Ion't think I threw enough) My bitch goin' through my phone, you always doing stuff (you always doing stuff) I'm in Neiman's, told the lady, "Point me to the shoes and stuff" (the shoes) Four bags when I'm leaving, still thinking I ain't blew enough (I don't think) I've seen niggas out here mad, but what the fuck is they gon' do to us? (What the fuck is they gon' do?) A lot of screens on the AMG dash, this the newest one (all these screens) I don't feel outnumbered to these hoes, but it's two to one (yeah, it's two) I ain't never having fun with one bitch, I need two to come (I need two) We better hear 'bout this shit up on the news or some' (on the news) Why you only grab that Prada bag? Get the boots or some' (get the boots) Why are these lil' rap niggas mad, but they ain't doin' nothin'? (Niggas broke) I been in the A for about a week, but I ran through a dozen (a dozen) (My nigga Menace on the beat, ay)