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[Verse 1:
play black car, Black Audemar
For the love of money, I'm a die
Fucking role model, tell these bitches, play your
I up off one tape
I take a Dime, a star
cars, my language off
Old school, Cooley High
Your bitch, she getting
My money blink like Lloyd's
These telling, like all lies
Said they beef, but they french fries
I'm hot popping, deep fried
These bitches me, perspire
Tell Nicki, she want Chyna turn you out
Had a white bitch No Doubt
Busting for four hours
I'm on the jet getting out
face, her tongue out
I'm throwing money like routes
My hard like the world gout
She eat pussy, cat
Can't see me,
School niggas, cap
clack, smoke cloud
Lumberjack, niggas
Bunyan, I wish you would
All my niggas Trayvon
to die for their hood
Ball hard, no catch
My shit real, figures wax
Rollie aint Rolex
Like Mankind, get next
We dont fuck with
Cause all my they do is flex
My car made for
Like to fuck with
Im on different shit
Hop out I pull up
Motherfucking Mikey icey like cooler
I dont no help
Never fucked with no
Talking all that
me in your medulla
T-Raww Im out
Bail money Im out
I aint scared of niggas
Pacquiao
Strip search, I pat her
Wiz Khalifa, Im smoking
Like I got a fucking problem
Fuckin problem, Im a problem

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