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Based World billionaire, ba-bands in a loft (swag, swag, swag) I got a Based World billionaire, ba-bands in a loft (swag, swag, swag) I got a Based World billionaire, ba-bands in a loft (swag, swag, swag) I got a billion here or a billion there, I bet you bitches wish I care (swag, swag, swag) Cuff your chick, ahh (swag, swag, swag) Left wrist, ten hunnid cash (swag) Right wrist, thirty grand (swag, swag) Whip costs three hunnid grand, goddamn, I'm on a shopping spree (woo, woo, woo) I feel like Soulja Boy, I'm on a mothafuckin' shopping spree (ah, swag) I feel like Soulja Boy, I'm on a mothafuckin' shopping spree (swag, swag, swag) Left wrist, ten hunnid cash (woo) Right wrist, thirty grand (woo, woo) Whip costs three hunnid grand, goddamn, I'm on a shopping spree (swag, swag, swag) I feel like Soulja Boy, I'm on a mothafuckin' shopping spree I feel like Soulja Boy, I'm on a mothafuckin' shopping spree (ah) Your bitch sucked my dick so good, I took her on a shopping spree (bitch) I got my momma out the hood and took her on a shopping spree You lame niggas still up in the hood doing robbing sprees Got hunnids, fifties, busting out the pockets of these Robin jeans (woo, woo, woo) I walk in this bitch lookin' like I fulfilled a prophecy (swag) If y'ain't talkin' profit, mane, this conversation's not for me (swag) Fuck what y'all niggas on (ahh), I always put my people on Ain't based, bitch, you livin' wrong These bitches on my dick, but I remember when they did me wrong Pretty, pretty boy millionaire (swag), Ba-Based World billionaire (swag) Ba-bands in the loft, I got a billion here or a billion there (swag, swag, swag) I bet you bitches wish I care (swag, swag) Yeah, bitch, it's a Based World billionaire CIA supplied me with fent' pack to clear all my opps and shit Me and Tenkay pull up, we droppin' shit We gon' walk in the gallow and we poppin' shit, we be poppin' tags I be off this X pill, booted off my ass I be takin' dash, hangin' back, smokin' gas If you talkin' down on us, we pull up and we take all your racks Broke bitch think, "Outback Steakhouse, we fancy" Bitch, I ain't finna take you to the fuckin' Outback Broke bitch get McDonalds and she happy I'm rollin' up exotic 'cause I think this shit classy Rollin' up reggie and I think that shit trashy My haters down bad on Discord, they got acne E-dating bitches, you've been in my DMs tryna steady get at me I don't even want these hoes I get drunk as fuck, hop up in my car, turn the keys, then I fuckin' go I'm based 'til I die, that's some shit that we already know
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