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[Intro]
(That's way too much money)

[Verse]
I just got new gun, all my n*ggas on the run (Barloss, hell no)
She gon' suck this di*k, will not stop
Every time I come around I'm a real ass demon
[?] the Saint Laurent
Too many, too many, too many, out of them b*tches, I can't even choose one
Put Rick O and Julius all on my denim, you know that now I'ma go pop it
Yeah, f*ck, back it out, uh, uh, yeah, back it up, uh, ah
She wanna suck me up, suck me up, suck me up, I'm like, "Oh-oh my God"
Yeah, like what's up?
Vamp, like what's up?
I just feel [?]
Anything I want, I cop it
Hey, hey, hey
I mix [?] designer every day
I'm with yo' b*tch, she better stay and I'm like, "No way"
I was in the back, see that sh*t and that bih give me face, uh, uh
Sippin' on Wockhardt
Yeah, this life sh*t up on the table, but that sh*t won't stop us, yeah
Lil' b*tch actin' too crazy, I gotta go lock out
Yeah, when I'm in there, yeah, you know I got them racks out
I wanna know
Just like what you wanted
You gotta show
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, oh-oh
Murder she wrote
I got the bag
It's in my pants, toot it up
Back, I been so sad, f*ck it though
She wanna suck my di*k, I'm like, "Okay," yeah
I just did a couple pairs
Lame n*ggas can't compare
Locked up, evil lair
Wonder why we so rare?
I got diamonds in my nose and a ring in my ear
That b*tch is for the scene, yeah, I gotta kick her out
I ain't tryna be mean, lil' b*tch, you not my type
Swear to God that b*tch a GOAT every time she give up that top
n*ggas sad, on the internet talkin' 'bout bread they ain't got
Chyeah, yeah-yeah, chyeah
You ain't got that sh*t, lil' b*tch, yeah-yeah
Chyeah, chyeah, you ain't had this sh*t, uh, uh, yeah-yeah-yeah