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[Verse 1: Shorty K] Nigga I ain't on shit but a cash out Bad yellow bitch with her ass out Top drop back on a new SL My grandma tell me I'm doing well Smoking on dope but I'm on probation Ain't even tell the PO about my vacation Dopeboy crazy I put it on nation Talking my shit on the way to the station Tell me what you know about me Balling and my whole city know about me Riding in the hard top wide body Running through my city like I'm John Gotti [Hook] x2 Too Short's back Got racks on racks fuck your bitch off back Bet I smell like loud everywhere I'm at Cause if I ain't on lean then you know I'm slapped [Verse 2: Tris J] I tell em 24 carrot gold wrapped around my knuckle Wrist watch hating chain is too Windows phone scroll let me call my nigga Russel Thats a nigga's jeweler in case these fools scuffle Booming through my city got my speakers going loco Only nigga ever put 8 bitches in the photo Love from Acapulco What I let it go for 55 nigga but you knew that from the go though Hold on Tris J Pour it by the liter Bout to film a flick baby You and her can feature Very well connected and very well respected Snap my fucking fingers it'll get reckless in a second [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Sir Michael] I'm relaxing Neiman Marcus shopping and Saksing Cocaine we be chopping my apartment be taxing And my partner crack them credit cards and cash in I love the money thats my heart my passion Pull up in the Cayman with a Trinidad bitch Probably mixed with Jamaican Only hit her on occasion Christmas birthdays she get in the worst ways 5 cellphones in my jeans thats a work day I'm too busy for the broke shit 4.6 range rovers nigga oh shit Give em the finger like a nose pick And take the mothafucking picture I don't pose bitch [Hook] x2
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