| Call it what you want |
| I just want some earrings |
| I don't know your name |
| Money long (Money long) |
| On my way, take off |
| She limp in the |
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| I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space |
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| Said it like, uh, I done said uh |
| Private flight, and it's top tier |
| Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right |
| I don't, clowns, prototypes |
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| I'm with the seven-seater Range Rover like a |
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| I wanted the drip settlers cut from a whole different cloth |
| I done got a bitch fat as stack, relish, I'm a underdog |
| I'd never get paid to ain't, pay that, I'm a real boss |
| Wanna count big fatty, you can tell where a player walk |
| I know the way you can keep steppin' that, pay him really talk |
| Handle the business at all times, early mornin' when I get a call |
| Protectin' the greatest of all time, home made, you a real dog |
| Pull up in the SF90, I can switch cars by the minute |
| It ain't hard to see who in it |
| It ain't hard to see who winnin' |
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| had to take an image, uh |
| Catch me, I replay it |
| I don't get offended (I don't get offended) |
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| Call it what you want |
| I just want some earrings |
| I don't know your name |
| Money long (Money long) |
| On my way, take off |
| She limp in the |
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| I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space |
| Said it like, uh, I done said uh |
| Private flight, and it's top tier |
| Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right |
| I don't, clowns, prototypes |
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| This a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico |
| Last year I was tourin', now I'm back in Europe, it's a psycho |
| I can see the influence that I'm doin', you don't really hear me though |
| It's the young Gunna Wunna, you know I'm comin', I'm a billy goat |
| 'Fore they ain't want to believe a nigga happen, I'ma keep on givin' hope |
| I'ma keep countin' and stackin', make a stack up high up on your tippy toes |
| Nigga be doin' that cappin', now they cappin', catch up to your front door |
| Run the cash, need it pronto |
| Whenever man got a blunt rolled |
| I got my girl a trainer, she had, had to get lipo |
| But it had true to my nightmares to, had to be a typo |
| Petty cash gon' recycle |
| Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, ain't light, no |
| (Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, ain't light, no) |
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| Call it what you want |
| I just want some earrings |
| I don't know your name |
| Money long (Money long) |
| On my way, take off |
| She limp in the |
|
| I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space |
| Said it like, uh, I done said uh |
| Private flight, and it's top tier |
| Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right |
| I don't, clowns, prototypes (Prototypes) |
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