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Two thousand dollars just for a Uber because it's Chanel on my belt
Every time them niggas start dissin', we pull up and give 'em the belt
I'm sprayin' blue hundreds down both of
My arms for times I didn't have no help
Niggas keep worryin' 'bout my hoes and my
Money, fuck nigga, worry 'bout yourself
I know she a freak, I don't ask 'bout her body
Her face is unique and that bitch got a body
She dance on that pole, but she also in college
Chanel and Givenchy, I'm fly as a pilot
The Glock in the dresser 'cause I'm tired of fightin'
I pulled out a Trojan, I had to one-night it
I heard all the freaky hoes really the shyest
Everything funny 'til niggas start dyin'
Everything funny 'til a nigga go missin'
We got Glocks, sticks, and switches
My shooter speed, do it deceased
This ho gon' suck on my dick just to kiss
Ask 'bout my chain, this bitch came from Rich
Cut that ho off 'cause that bitch was a mix
Stack up the hundreds, it look like a Mitch
Up in the sco', yeah, we been rich
Pussy-ass nigga, better not flinch
I used to take all that shit like the Grinch
These niggas hoes, these niggas bitch
We have the dope, we have the stitch
Twenty-eight grams, I can turn it to a brick
Too many lambs, I can pull up in a fish
Too many cameras, I'm too lit
I'm tryna fuck this bitch, she pissed
I got this freak and she do whatever
She gon' let me get in her throat
I just been swaggin' through all my
Endeavors, I went up and got me some gold
I'm slimy as ever, no matter the weather
You playin', I'm wipin' your nose
And you can go ask the opps, they up the ass, we up in the sco'
Two thousand dollars just for a Uber because it's Chanel on my belt
Every time them niggas start dissin', we pull up and give 'em the belt
I'm sprayin' blue hundreds down both of
My arms for times I didn't have no help
Niggas keep worryin' 'bout my hoes and my
Money, fuck nigga, worry 'bout yourself
I know she a freak, I don't ask 'bout her body
Her face is unique and that bitch got a body
She dance on that pole, but she also in college
Chanel and Givenchy, I'm fly as a pilot
The Glock in the dresser 'cause I'm tired of fightin'
I pulled out a Trojan, I had to one-night it
I heard all the freaky hoes really the shyest
Everything funny 'til niggas start dyin'
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