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[Intro: Dom Corleo]
Yeah, c'mon
I put all this money on my b*tch, she so gorgeous
Yeah, yeah
Let's go

[Verse 1 : Dom Corleo & Destroy Lonely]
I hop on the beat and redo this b*tch, like f*ck it and did it again (What? Yeah)
I just hopped in the stu' and got to this sh*t like I’m bout to do it again (I'm 'bout to do it again)
In a party with two bad b*tches, okay like f*ck it, I’m f*cking her friend (I'm f*ckin' her friend)
I got my rockstar shades on (Let's go), and this Maybach I’m going in
I’m counting this stupid money, I’m retarded (Retarded)
If the ho' say she don’t give top, tell her go and find another artist (b*tch, go find another artist)
I’m getting higher then the f*ckin' tree tops
Smoking stupid gas, I'm retarded (Yeah)
And my Forgiatos kick the door down 'cause im coming with the f*cking forces (Let's go)
Get his pus*y ass extorted
I just be high, watching Rick and Morty (Yeah)
Not pouring a four, I’ll pour forty (Yeah)
Hey, pour four forties with the shorties
I got bad ho', she so horny (What?)
I wake up rich every damn morning
I’m f*cking a b*tch every damn morning (f*ck)
No this not no Ed Hardy, this all black fit, It's Marni (Yeah)
And this all black whip is porche (b*tch)
I got a brand new hoe, she gorgeous (b*tch, yeah, she gorgeous)
Talk 'bout that money, he won’t get a portion (What?)
Put up his head, I'ma f*ckin' score it
b*tch, I be ballin’ in the paint scoring (Let's go)
All the pus*y, I’m in foreign (Let's go)
And all of the whips I’m in foreign
All of the sh*t I’m in imported, yeah (Let's go)
I be in the f*ckin' horses
She ride me slow like a damn tortoise (Yeah)
Told her go fast, she don’t gotta force it (Yeah)
We going up like the Lambo' doors is (Uh)
I ain’t playing with you, b*tch, It’s no more (b*tch, let's go)
I got a stick, I ain’t talking pogo (Yeah)
I got this Number (N)ine on me, rondo (Yeah)
I just f*cked me a superstar ho' (Uh-huh, b*tch, let's go)
[Verse 2 : Destroy Lonely]
I ain’t playin' with these n*ggas no mo' (No mo')
My boy got a .9 goin' Tony Romo (Romo)
Number (N)ine jeans, Tony Romo (b*tch)
Glock got a di*k, n*gga, ain’t no homo (Frrat, frrat)
I got a fine b*tch stuck on go mode (Yeah)
Yeah, you my slime, that’s fasho' (Fasho')
Yeah, you telling lies, b*tch, yeah, I know (I know, yeah)
Coming through, I’m fly, take a photo (Photo)
'Cause we sliding, not a photo (Skrrt)
In the mospit at my show (Show)
Yeah, that’s a thot b*tch, she not my ho' (Ho', yeah)
b*tch, I put it on, yeah (Yeah)
Putting on these Designer clothes (Clothes)
b*tch, I’m putting on, yeah (Yeah)
b*tch, I put on for all my folks (Folks)
I changed my number up, I won’t let them call my phone (No)
I changed my b*tches up, can’t f*ck that hoe no mo' (No)
I changed my prices up, need ten bands for a show (b*tch)
I f*cked my money up and then go get sum' more (Yeah)
I woke up early just to smoke weed with my bros (Yeah, I did)
I woke up early just to smoke weed with my hoe (Yeah)
How the f*ck I’m going Hollywood? Don’t talk to me no mo' (Yeah)
Yeah, f*ck, I just done turned it up and can’t turn down no mo' (Frrt)
I was just in the backseat of that Maybach, smokin' dope (Uh, uh)
I was just in the front seat with yo' b*tch, and then she gave me throat (Uh, uh, uh)
I just dyed my hair like gray and white, lil' b*tch, 'cause i’m the goat (Uh, uh)
Yeah, if he play with this sh*t he gon' die, we just gon' smoke 'em like a pope (Uh, uh, uh)
[Outro: Destroy Lonely & Dom Corleo]
b*tch, let’s go
Uh, uh
Yeah, uh uh
C'mon
b*tch let’s go