Ooh
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Hoodrich Pablo Juan, man
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MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
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I need all of that
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I’m Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
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Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
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Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
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Watch how they move
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I go to the border, I’m Tom Cruise
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m plugged in Houston, Texas, like I’m Trae the Truth
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Robber turned trapper, I’m a rapper with a W
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I’m rapping them up at the W
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Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
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Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
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My last name is Juan, I’m scraping the skrt, skrt
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Poof, I turn one brick to two
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I’m riding round with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I got some young niggas with the dreads shoot like the Rasta
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Pull up with no problem
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I got a .38 revolver
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Too much gold on me, feel like I’m Shabba
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Diamonds from Africa,
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Only real niggas on the MONY POWR RSPT roster
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Used to be trappers and robbers
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Told all my niggas we getting Ferraris
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Me and Dre used to trap with an Atari
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Candler Road, remember where it started?
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Plug nigga, but I turned to an artist
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The hood told me you go the hardest
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Don’t give no fuck, I’m gon' get this shit regardless
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We gon' pull up on them on the Harley
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Bricks in the fender bender
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I got the Britney Spears
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And I got Molly, I got it
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I’m Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
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Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
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Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
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Watch how they move
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I go to the border, I’m Tom Cruise
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m plugged in Houston, Texas, like I’m Trae the Truth
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Robber turned trapper, I’m a rapper with a W
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I’m rapping them up at the W
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Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
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Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
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My last name is Juan, I’m scraping the skrt, skrt
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Poof, I turn one brick to two
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I’m riding round with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m riding downtown with Bobby Brown
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Fifty bricks, nigga, fifty pounds
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You can come and get it, I’ll serve you right now
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He taking too long, I’ma break it down
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Riding dirty in my brand new Mercedes
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Four baby bottles, I’m having them babies
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Come down the wrong way, you think that shit gravy?
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Come with that money or I’ll send you to Grady
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Whip with the left, hold the pot with the right
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Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred on the dice
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Kick down your door, I’m a thief in the night
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Cut the brick open, I keep me a knife
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My homie got mad 'cause I fucked with the white
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No NBA player, I’m dunking in white
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Christian Louboutin with different colored spikes
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Come jump in my hood like a Thriller, I’m Mike
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Fuck with them Percs and them Mollies, I might
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Givenchy Rottweiler, my dog gon' bite
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Cooking up fish and I add in the spike
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I put a four in a one-liter, dirty ass Sprite
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I’m a player, nigga, I don’t fuck hoes twice
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Have a nigga shoot you, that’s smoke from a pipe
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I married the money, they throwing rice
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Got goonies at night like The Poltergeist
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Got fish in the coupe and I’m going to Michigan
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Young niggas shoot, don’t think, they ignorant
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Keep me a strap 'cause I know I got many men
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They faking, these niggas scared to be my enemy
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I re-up with Andrew and stack all the Benjamins
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Practice cooking up a zip like I’m scrimmaging |
Having a lot of tree like I’m Timberland
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Fish tail in the coupe, nigga, with the fish in it
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I’m Mr. Too Much Gold, I pity the fool
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Ice on me, cool jewels, I jumped in the pool
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Boxes, too many in the truck with the midget
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Watch how they move
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I go to the border, I’m Tom Cruise
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m plugged in Houston, Texas, like I’m Trae the Truth
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Robber turned trapper, I’m a rapper with a W
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I’m rapping them up at the W
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Give them the bands and they ball, run and shoot
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Young niggas pull up in old school and shoot through the roof
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My last name is Juan, I’m scraping the skrt, skrt
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Poof, I turn one brick to two
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I’m riding round with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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I’m riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe
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Riding around with the fish in the coupe |