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i’ma tell you like this, keep it simple
b-tch, i ain’t never get the memo
heard a lil n-gga put money on my head
i was laughing while listening to instrumentals
i ain’t never had a single care in the world
mclaren go vroom, get stares from your girl, and i get stares from the world

feeling like a prince, getting diamonds and pearls
with a brown jumpsuit, looking like squirrels
i’m a louis v nut, have her trying new things, let me put it in her b-tt
have her trying new things, let her call her best friend
now she trying new d. rollin’ off the e
she don’t give a f cause she f-ckin’ with a g
when i go to (?) pick the clothes off the racks, i don’t try it on me
if the sh-t don’t fit i’ll give the sh-t away, it ain’t nothing to a g

it ain’t nothing to a g, do a super market sweep, do a little shopping spree. n-gga been getting money. the only one in middle school smelling like creed
“omc, how bizarre”. omg i’m in a muscle car
only pay cash, f-ck a mastercard. mafia d-ck, i’ll whack a broad
(?) head on her bed. make her pin a tail on my donkey (?)
honestly, i’m bored of wh0r-s. diggin’ in the p-ssy like storage wars

f-ckin’ on your b-tch one time, i don’t want your number
she call me daddy, i never even met her mama
baby no talking, just give me the top, no drama
(?), keep going on with that drama

pull on my chain just to break the ice, now everybody so friendly
now everybody wanna open doors, smile big when they see me
little do they know, i’m the same n-gga. no b-tch, i’m not friendly
no i ain’t got no money for you. none of the beats that you send me
no i ain’t got no features for you. they’re still gonna ask, that’s leeches for you. the car goes fast and it look nice. that’s money well spent, that’s features for you

what’s another 150k on the chain? that’s nothin’. give me two rings just to match with that, cause you know that i love matchin’
you know that i love mansions. my tax bracket march madness
a couple hoes in my kitchen prancin’. gl-ss house like the jetsons

i’m in a sp-ceship. you in the stone age like fred. i know i hit the nail on the head. i know you embarr-ssed. you see the mclaren
you doing numbers in your head
she double dog dare me, to f-ck her in your bed
i know i’m in your head. don’t ask me how many karats
don’t ask me about this bread

carrot cake, let it marinate. when she with me she (?)
now she sitting in the marriott. that creampie, she let it bake
i’m a greasy n-gga like carry-out. we kick her out and don’t hesitate
icewatch, i just won the heisman. i keep these hoes at arms length

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