[Hook]
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Put your glass up in the air
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Put your glass up in the air, oh
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Glass up in the air, oho
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Put your glass up in the air,
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Glass up in the air, oh,
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Picture me in a benz, witness me ball again
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Making a leg band, she beggin me put it in
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Get a cup, fill it up, look at me, fresh as fuck
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Keep a 45 tucked, nigga tryina plot on us
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Bottle pouring, diamonds blowing, champagne overflowing
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In the club toasting, we leaving with gang trophy
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32 inch chrome gold, keep the rims frozen
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Probably ja does open, I'm like a jamaican smoker
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[Hook]
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Put your glass up in the air
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Put your glass up in the air, oh
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Glass up in the air, oho
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Put your glass up in the air,
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Glass up in the air, oh,
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Baby get that ass up, make em blow that cash up
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If you balling my nigga then get your fuckin glass up
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Aligator crop, top shut down the parking lot
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Vale in the front, tonight, the whole city hot
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Playing with gang chips, championship whips
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Throbbing on hips, with model bitches with gold lips
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Step into the club with my niggas where the freeze at
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She can't be scared, she bounce, baby throw it back
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Take a look at me, look at the mvp
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Flash you on the beat, she wanna leave with me
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Tolt me up, get your glass up, another cup
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Roll it up, in the vip, they know it's us
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[Hook]
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Put your glass up in the air
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Put your glass up in the air, oh
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Glass up in the air, oho
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Put your glass up in the air,
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Glass up in the air, oh.
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Glasses
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| Rich Boy |
