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[Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this bitch with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down [Verse 1: Young Thug] I'm a motherfuckin' martian Spend a whole mil on my closet Try to sign me for 1.5? Only put 500 on marketing What the fuck is you talkin'? Baby my whole crew, we're the bosses Baby my whole crew really flexin' Baby your whole crew just barkin' Whew, my pinky ring came from Venus Whew, my earlobe paid with Serena Whew, yeah, we fiendin' My whole young crew we the bullshit They'll wet a nigga up that Katrina Uh, okay, check me how I ride a beat And I ride a freak 20 years old with an old soul, I survived the streets No apology Young Future, she noticed me Cause her boyfriend not cold as me I guess my jewelry mean somethin' like it's a trophy [Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this bitch with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down [Verse 2: Curt Blow] Ugh, you parked down so I turnt up I'm a geek monster, need two cups I'm a big freak, need two bitches Get so much dope money nigga I ain't got time for livin' And my big coupe but forgot the top Made 100k like a (?) In south beach on (?) drive I got goons with me and they bleed that five Spent 500 on some rollin' G's Got a groupie bitch, she'll fuck team Got three main, no (?) Not turned up to the MAS Spent 500 in LAX (?) so free my ass [Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this bitch with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down [Verse 3: Tizzle] Have you ever counted 200,000? Straight cash in a project house And these school boys would know nothin' about it (?) on the Holy Bible Paranoia won't take a shower Spent 50 bands in the crew I'll drop the top man word law Sellin' dope, she knew double R Smokin' kush blunts while I double cup Louie belt hold the pants up Duffle bag with that (?) stuff Got two spots rollin' like the blunt But that Zone 3 what I represent Red beam in my residence Protect it up like the president Say the wrong word and gone kill shit MMG what I represent 125 where I live with Still hand in hand with that white shit Big bells and them clean bricks Turn a regular bitch to a bad bitch Drink a whole nine to half a brick Turn a rental car to an M6 Nigga I been rich [Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this bitch with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down
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