| The diamonds in my Rollie, I know you see them dancing
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| I plan to buy a bigger one, my next advance check
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| Faded in Vegas, well, that’s one hell of a night
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| I wear Tom Ford suits to watch the Mayweather fight
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| Or Designer fronty frames and the dreams of a mansion
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| That’s the dopest cocaine, that’s expensive
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| Don’t expect me to love you if you ain’t my type
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| Watermelon Gucci pumps, girl, you love that life
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| I say, hey
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| Hey, mister
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| Pass the weed, man (pass the weed, man)
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| Pass the weed, man (pass the weed, man)
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| Pass the weed, man (pass the weed, man)
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| I got a Tyson ambition with a Mandela smile
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| All my bitches mad that I ain’t called in a while
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| If a nigga talks shit, then it’s coffins and curtains
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| Bag him up and ship them, that’s the customer service
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| Don’t get it faded, my nigga, don’t get it twisted
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| I’m a little violent when I’m faded and twisted
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| All the money motivate myself and my niggas
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| And if you got a problem with it, then it’s fuck you, my nigga
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| I’m as large as it comes, I give a fuck who don’t like it
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| Ask his Minnesota Twins how they liking my, bitch
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| Hit them with that voodoo, that’s that boom boom pow
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| I had that poom-poom screaming like, «ooh, ooh child»
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| Had that poom-poom screaming like, «ooh, ooh child»
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| Had that poom-poom screaming like, «ooh, ooh child» |