| You don’t know naan bitch
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| That be fucking it up like Molly
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| Flex on a bitch, and have a nigga call me
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| Then play that pussy nigga for some dollars
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| I wrap the beef up like a quarter
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| Keep talking sideways, bitch I’m like, «Pardon me?»
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| Big Brazy, I do not do no arguing
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| She taking shots to the face like she partying
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| Yeah, you don’t know naan bitch
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| That’ll stack the money up and flip it
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| That’ll buy more bottles than the niggas
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| Get a section for just me and my bitches
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| Make it rain on them strippers
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| Deep in that water like flippers
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| You know Molly getting richer
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| Hating hoes getting sicker
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| You don’t know naan bitch, that woke up like this
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| Diamonds all over my wrist
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| Versace all over my hips
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| Gucci all on my kicks
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| Stand on the couches and turn up the view
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| Snuck in my pole just in case niggas trip
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| It’s Brazy gang 'lil bitch!
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no, no
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no
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| You don’t know naan bitch
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| That stay on her shit because she a boss
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| Keep pissing hating bitches off
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| She cannot lose, will not take a loss
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no, no
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no
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| You don’t know naan bitch
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| That’ll fuck up the rack like Cuban
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| I came through in Gucci, these hoes looking stupid
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| I came with some shooters, they probably gone do ya
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| You don’t know naan, bitch
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| I don’t argue or talk, or compete
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| 'Cause these hoes be copy and pasting the Cuban
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| They copy the picture, like hoe, don’t you do it
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| You don’t know naan bitch
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| This really who I am bitch
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| Y’all just do it for the gram bitch, I need more bread than a sandwich
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| If a hoe hate, get my fan flip
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| Straight to the top like I planned it
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| I may go cop me a Lam, bitch
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| You finna know who I am, trick these little hoes
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| Don’t know now bitch
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| I walk in a store, I don’t look at the tag
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| I kill a fit, and I get to the bag
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| Molly and Cuban, two bitches who bad
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| You don’t know nothing, you bitches too sad
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| Sum in the bag, that’s my crew, get the love
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| I got more money than you, and your plug
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| I fuck up this money, I do what I want
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| Pussy water fall, don’t need no scrub
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| You don’t know naan bitch
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| That stay on her shit because she a boss
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| Keep pissing hating bitches off
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| She cannot lose, will not take a loss
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no, no
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no
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| You don’t know naan bitch
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| That stay on her shit because she a boss
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| Keep pissing hating bitches off
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| She cannot lose, will not take a loss
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no, no
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| You don’t know naan, bitch (uh, uh)
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| No, no |