She follow me, callin’ me, all of me, all on my dick dick dick dick
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Countin’ my money and thinkin’ now how did I get with this bitch
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Maybe it’s cuz I’m a general, rollin a swisher in all of my interviews
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Maybe it’s cuz of the clicquot, they bouta come for me amigo
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I’m ringin’ a vibe and I’m tryna get right but that’s steady keep thinkin’ to pass
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God forgive me I’m chasin’ the cash
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The end of the road when you run out of gas
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Yo money thin, could proly fit it in a paperclip
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Back overseas I know that nigga you was stationed with
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He said you wouldn't squeeze a tittie in a breast war
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Smoking reefer leaves out of my bag until my chest sore
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Iceberg vest I'm sniffin’ molly of a chest drawer
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Your money coming next year, like the beamer x4
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Grant me the serenity to deal with haters
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Do me a favor and never try to do me no favors
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I’m gettin major and my homie uncle plays along
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Coke blazin’ Ramon, blow straight to the dome
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(We toe up) Off molly and a pint of lean
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Walk into the party off of hella b's
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(So pour up) That criss or that clicquot, 6 cellphones bought me 3 hoes
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(So roll up) Some purple that O key
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The kush guy personally know me
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(You know what) We wake up in the riches
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And go to sleep fuckin’ niggas bitches
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It’s 2 girls at the same time, asses like the same size
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They not from the same place but they both got the same jog
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They kick with the clique, same whip it's different paint jobs
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And lord have mercy on them, amen ? nigga praise God
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I’m stumblin’ out the Benz, hella bent, thumbin’ through that check
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Showed up with that ouchie in my hand, show that you respect
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What I’m tryna speak cuz real power is the people
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In the chapel or cathedral, smokin’ packets of the lethal
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And I’m fuckin’ with them phones and it’s practically illegal
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I’ve been crackin’ credit cards fast as you can crack your window
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Uh, I’m feelin’ like I’m on the dose when I meditate
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Put 2 arms up in this ho, it’s like the letter H
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The crib got a couple of levels like a wedding cake
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My old hoes trippin’ on me cuz I’m in a better place
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But I ain’t trippin’, no, that petty shit reciprocal
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The difference 'tween niggas who be gettin it and gettin low
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(We toe' up) Off molly and a pint of lean
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Walk into the party off of hella b'z
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(So pour up) That criss or that clicquot, 6 cellphones bought me 3 hoes
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(So roll up) Some car boy that hold key
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The kush guy personally know me
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(You know what) We wake up in the riches
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And go to sleep fuckin’ niggas bitches
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You Know What
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| Sir Michael Rocks |
