| Double G buckle tucked under my shirt
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| I taste Codeine when I burp
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| I bought a Bentley forgot it insured
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| You just so broke, boy you get on my nerves
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| What would I do if the music ain’t work?
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| If I turn my trap phone off will it still chirp?
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| I couldn’t tell nouns from a verb
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| But I could sell wings to a bird
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| I could sell tags to a shirt
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| Askin' me if you got tickets for sure
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| I don’t know, I’m not sure
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| You just got hit with the curve
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| I didn’t know that pill was yours
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| Said that she don’t got no boyfriend, but sure
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| I grabbed her ass, and she call me a perv
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| Open the legs, so I had to insert
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| Make my own beats, and I write my own words
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| Cash found a diamond, tucked under the dirt
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| I blew my third cheque in second in first
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| Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first
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| Me and body goin' half on the chicken
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| First we sell it, then we splittin' the difference
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| I don’t got no time to waste on no bitches
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| Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes
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| Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green
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| I think I need me a money machine
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| I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me
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| Waist 30,.240 tucked in my jeans
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| Won’t forget when no one cared about me
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| Talkin' but they don’t know shit about me
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| Mad I’m the person they wanted to be
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| This ain’t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah
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| Now they lookin' at me
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| Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me
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| Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me
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| Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me
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| My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf
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| Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt
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| Nobody fuckin' with XO for sure
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| Your label’s new artist is really a nerd
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| Suit my bitch up, yeah I bought her a fur
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| Shootin' shit up, better act like you heard
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| Before I tell, I’mma go to jail first
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| Drivin' on Xannies, I might hit the curb
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| Valentino on my shoes and my shirt
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| She ain’t want me back when I wanted her
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| I’m from the Rex, but the Southside my turf
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| Had to think twice when I ordered dessert
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| Now I order my homies the surf with the turf
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| Take a full addy, with a half perc
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| It’s the brown boy that made it happen first
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| Look at me zoomin' my Rari, skrt-skrt
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| Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green
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| I think I need me a money machine
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| I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me
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| Waist 30,.240 tucked in my jeans
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| Won’t forget when no one cared about me
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| Talkin' but they don’t know shit about me
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| Mad I’m the person they wanted to be
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| This ain’t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah
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| Now they lookin' at me
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| Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me
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| Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me
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| Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me |