[Verse 1]
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Yeah, rub my back while I rap bitch
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Jet Life, joints look like bats
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You know what that is, homicide, kamikaze high, not giving a shit
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Never die, this'll go on for years
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Multiply, legacy of the fly
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Pedigree champion blood line, the big dog got the big yard
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Behind a big crib, big garage, a fleet of ten cars
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Shake the devil off, angel on the hood
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In that, looking good in that
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Roger would've had if you was just good and rapped
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Look at that, after all she did he done took her back
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That's real love, exactly how I feel about them stacks
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Addicted to that money, it took me under like crack
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I chase it like it's running from me all over the map
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I'll go to it's at, if you my bro we can split it in half
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[Hook]
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Moe' betta', moe' chettah'
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I smoke betta', then those fella's
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Ho you should know betta'
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Don't test us, we professional
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No audio dope sellers
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Don't tell ‘em, they'll get so jealous
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Moe betta', moe' chettah'
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[Verse 2]
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Sitting in the Porsche parked outside of the port
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Overseeing the airport process, let my bitches sort it out at the fort
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Back at the set, they get wet from the sound of my engine
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My design in women
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Two in the kitchen, the other two in the pool nude
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But far too fine for me to say they skinny dipping
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I never been in a position where I didn't come out winning
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Even if I was losing in the beginning
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Stuck with it, now I'm up shifting
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That three twenty-eight, game crooked but the paper straight
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Got them bitches looking, yup
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[Hook]
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Moe Chettah
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