| Hundred racks tucked off, nigga
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| Big bag, no vacation, never off, nigga
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| Check on fleek, flex every season
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| She make me swag so easy, I can never just leave her
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| Saint Laurent, YSL my sneakers
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| Beat these bitches, got it tucked like a teacher
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| Fuckin' the ho but know she not a keeper
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| Pourin' that drink and I lean like an easel, yeah
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| Baby, don’t touch that, yeah
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| Ride with the rough flex, yeah
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| These niggas so mad, yeah
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| Hundred racks, toss up
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| Get the bag, fuck it up
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| Mix it up, pour it up
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| Fuck your bitch in the tub
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| And then slide out to your crib with your boo, yeah
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| Pull up in a drop-top coupe, yeah
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| I’m off the gas, smokin' boof, yeah
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| With my whole crew and my brodie got the tool, yeah
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| Run it up quick, off the Xans, I’m a fool, yeah
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| In the Nesquik, pour it up, pour the goop, yeah
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| Pour the goop, yeah, in the coupe, yeah
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| Woah, woah, yeah, woah, woah
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| Hundred racks tucked off, nigga
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| Big bag, no vacation, never off, nigga
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| Check on fleek, flex every season
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| She make me swag so easy, I can never just leave her
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| Hundred racks, toss up
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| Get the bag, fuck it up
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| Mix it up, pour it up
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| Fuck your bitch in the tub
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| Top off, nigga
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| Never off nigga
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| Yeah you, fleek
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| Season, so easy
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| Just leave her |