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(2sided goin' crazy) (ehh) Woke up this lil' morning, my diamonds came in from Elliot Pearls on that fucking bitch's neck, she so elegant (ehh) Shop up at the fuckin' mall so much, made me a resident This Maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president How I'm comin'? I'm just steppin', bitch I'm praying to my money everyday, that shit was a exorcist (Ex) I can't stop spending money on some extra shit (No) You can't stop all the cappin', Instagramin' shit Who just told my bitch I made some bread? I guess I'm vanishin' (Gone) On some stupid shit, put 10K in that crash machine and doubled it On some stupid shit, said, "I love you" to this bitch, but I was high On some stupid shit I thought that I was dead couldn't open my eyes On some stupid shit this bitch just told me that she was down to ride We on my vibes (Vibes) What you gon' say if we get pulled over by them guys? I just tested her I tried that bitch, I told her I was lyin', there's no competitor Everyday we live like this a Instagram, this shit regular I don't pick up the phone, no I don't, no answer them Don't call my cellular I just hit a jugg for 28K, throw away that phone I don't even have the same number no more So it's best you leave me alone I just spent like six-hun' on this Montblanc cologne Something wrong wit' that kid, inside his head them blinkers on (Ha) First off, I need a bag from you lil' bitch, 'fore I even say a word Bitch, I feel like Willy Wonka's factory with syrup (Lean) If twizzy want a kill (yeah) He gon' kill, there's no insurance (Baow, baow) Ehh (Baow), these kids is germs Woke up this lil' morning, my diamonds came in from Elliot Pearls on that fucking bitch's neck, she so elegant (ehh) Shop up at the fuckin' mall so much, made me a resident This Maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president Wick just walked in the party wit' two Glocks, but that shit evident Chop his body up then dump him off, can't leave no evidence (Woah) Stop mentioning me in them weak-ass songs you droppin' Tryna get relevance (Ha) Know they was already mad, but fuck it We gon' give them hell wit' this (Ha) We put that brand new opp pack in the air Cause I love the smell of this (Yeah, hey) She wanna fuck, okay, well come on, let's go inside Like, what you doin'? (Woah) Yeah we can fuck, okay, but you can't spend the night Like, what you doin'? (Wow) I always wanted the bands, while your ass was playin' around Like, what you doin'? (Yeah) I pull up and shoot your medulla, lay that nigga down Like, what you doin'? (Ha) You say you got bands like, bitch, is you a fuckin' clown? Like, what you doin'? (ya) Bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T., I'm a king, I need a fuckin' crown Like, what you doin'? (ya) Just hit the hoe, he's a lil' okay, he skippin' now Like, what you doin'? (Ha) Yeah, okay, it's a go, we finna get him now Like, what you doin'? (Woah) Prada my feet, Prada my bag, I'm so proud of me (Ha) I done made well over six figures through technology (Woah) I remember my lazy ass was failing biology (Yeah, ha) Fuck it, I knew I was gon' be rich, that's what I was bound to be Woke up this lil' morning, my diamonds came in from Elliot Pearls on that fucking bitch's neck, she so elegant (ehh) Shop up at the fuckin' mall so much, made me a resident This Maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president
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