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4-54 with the top knocked off
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Got the peanut butter seize and it blowed our brain
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Pull up at the mall, I can show you how to ball
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Watch us spend 50 racks like money ain¡¯t a thing
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Shoes on my feet, cost 1500
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She VIP you better get your woman,
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I take her to the room put it all in her stomach,
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Ye ain't talk about money, ye ain't talk about nothing.
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She told me when she throw it back
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That you couldn't handle and you be runnin
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I beat it up, I break backs like take that and you straight wet
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These shades I got on my face they cost 8 racks and a Maybach,
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With Jay Chris and I'm Maybach
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I drink Patron and don't chase that,
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My money don't get low
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It keep runnun round and round like race tracks tracks
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You outdated like 8 tracks,
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You know homie don't play that
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And I ain¡¯t even using my right hand,
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Just killin y'all with the straight jacket
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Your baby mama in a car with me
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And her face below my waist yea
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(Hook x2)
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Ball hard like Wes Brook
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If you wanna know how my chicks look,
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My money long like hot 10
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When I pulled up she just hopped in,
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We left the scene in a drop Benz
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Man none of y'all kids don't rap like me,
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Ride bumpin that 2 Pac,
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Me against the world, and it¡¯s on repeat
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(Verse)
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I'm too faded to find my car,
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Went ahead and I parked down
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And it ain't over 'cause we're on our way to another club, finna I shut it down,
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King of diamonds I'm on the stage,
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They shoudln't just let me out the cage,
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I'm too drunk tryin to stop me from having a good time and get stuck,
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Women screaming my name, my name,
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I was in the club with that thing, cocky,
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Diamonds shining like bright lights and my Cali partners be banged out,
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I picked the way that I came up,
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Yeah Gucci shoes in a tanc top,
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I started sipping that drink,
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Now I feel like I can't stop,
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And I'll be on Patron and she say she like to drink Siroc
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Feelin like I'm in my zone,
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I think I took too many shots,
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Trash bag full of warrants
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We don't make it rain, we make a hurricane
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I got hair from my twice,
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And I don't even much know her name.
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(Hook x2)
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Ball hard like Wes Brook
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If you wanna know how my chicks look,
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My money long like hot 10
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When I pulled up she just hopped in,
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We left the scene in a drop Benz
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Man none of y'all kids don't rap like me,
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Ride bumpin that 2 Pac,
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Me against the world, and it¡¯s on repeat
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Ball Hard
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Hurricane Chris |