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Moving in silence, I signed a new dealy I'm counting new millies, it stack to the ceiling Bought a new crib, a new house in the hillies New fashion designer, reflection go silly Lay in the king, she wanna get freaky My toungue in her hair, I'm giving wet willies (shhh) How we silence the game, have them talking 'bout us Give a phone call to Bobbi (smhurdaa) Threw my hat in the air, watch it disappear I fill 'em with fear Crowd so big, I can't see the rear Shoutout to ED, but we do not share Moving in silence, they wish they could hear I'm so out of Earth, I'm way out of here Step on this shit I'm elite Fly the bitch out private jet For some sex, when I'm alone in Venice I ain't got time for no rest, when I'm on set Till my whole vision complete I just forgot what you been telling me One bitch on the side, the other asleep They say what you sow is the same as you reap Don't tell me no lies, don't doubt what I see (Step, step, step) Stepping on niggas, I walk in them checks Camouflage on me, I look like a vet Bad bitch was on me, she thought I'm a vet Flew her to Caribbean Air Drake the jet I made me some millies, I turtled the neck They call me lil boat, they ain't seen nothing yet I did it big out in Poland Niggas origami folding Slide in the whip like its stolen I'm making hit after hit Leg drop in this bitch, nigga I'm Hulk Hogan I got a place that I talk about shit that I want to Nigga Joe Rogan I told em don't lie on my name LaFlame, bringing out all of the fire Go ahead try, hittin' the roads Screeching the tires, piece of cake No piece of the pie, too good on this side Everything work, gotta do more than try Everything work, gotta take some more time You gotta put it all on the line Yeah, I got the money inside it 2 shots down, that shit wasn't divided Rari or Lamb, I still haven't decided Fuck it, I'm taking the, beside it Fuck it, I'm taking the Rolls Bad bitch on me and she painted white toes Matching the nails, they calling us goals I got someone else so I turn to ghosts Stack up money, it go through the roof Stack up your money, it turn into poof The proof in the pudding, the proof in the booth The proof in the shots, the proof in the us The future too bright, I'm changing the mood The Tesla like lighting, I make it zoom How I got here, nah this ain't a fluke White pickett fence, suburban dude It's easy to mix up a beach with my pool My diamonds be biting and making her drool Way too stupid, take 'em to school Floating I'm lucid, I'm not in the loop Don't wanna hear you disobey Too many clowns, Cirque de Soleil Pop a lil' bottle, Cabernet Come a lil' closer, Andele (Us)