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[Verse 1] I'm on a run, my spree well like Latrell's Got girls all over my covers but I'm not Pharrell I'm Cloudy and I'm for real, don't do this shit for thrills For all that I'd ride a roller coaster, call ya baby mama over Heard she got that super soaker, hit her with that Superman But you'll probably still love her, ya new nickname Stuper man Ya team nicknamed "Save Them Hoes", my team nicknamed "Slay Them Hoes" Weak ass moves you ain't handling nothing, bitch nigga go watch Scandal or something Uh, I'm just grinding til' the rent paid Me and my niggas flipped them onions til' the rent paid I'm just chilling, falling back behind some tent blazed Thinking how I'm so close to balling it's a temp fade I mean a temp phase, it's all temporary The flow legendary, the money primary These hoes secondary, matter fact past that Cuffing season nevuary hoe, you can scratch that But I can roll one then roll another, you can have that We can face em' both or we can swing em', you can past that The tray over there, when you ready you can ash that All I wanna know is is you fucking, where the cash at? Tell me, who hiring or who got that fire in? For the lowest number ever, tired of that Iverson Talking to my old nect, he talking bout retiring So I'm blowing up his jack to bring him out retirement Cloudy...