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Ayy, I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, ayy
People talk down, yeah, I don’t hear a fuss, wait
My weed so loud, yeah, we ’bout to turn up, hey
If I’m ever down, yeah, watch how I come up, ayy
I be in the clouds, yeah, I be somewhere stuck, ayy
She mad she got cut, yeah, I wet that b#tch up, ayy
I made forty beats, yeah, she gon’ suck me up, ayy
Diamonds Wayne Gretzky, wait, I got hockey pucks, ayy
I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, hey
Yeah, new sh#t, new sh#t, new sh#t
Yeah, new sh#t, new sh#t, new sh#t
Yeah, new sh#t, new sh#t, new sh#t
I just want some new sh#t, we just want some new sh#t
He gon’ act a nuisance, money talk, yeah, it’s fluent
I get money George Lucas, I get money, eat Ruth Chris
All in her mouth like a toothpick
She can’t take it, yeah, it’s too big
I got my guap, I got the mole’
Stacking my cheese making bologna
I’m like LeBron ball with my homies
I get the ring, I get the trophy
b#tch I’m the king, b#tch I’m the king
b#tch I’m the king, b#tch I’m the king
b#tch I’m the king, b#tch I’m the king
b#tch I’m the king, b#tch I’m the king
Damn, my diamonds wet, make my lil’ b#tch wet, yeah-yeah-yeah
Left it on the dresser, I ain’t even flex, yeah-yeah-yeah
This a humble flex, WWF, yeah-yeah-yeah
Like the Undertaker I just resurrect, yeah-yeah-yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah-yeah-yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah-yeah-yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah-yeah-yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah
People talk down, yeah, I don’t hear a fuss, wait
My weed so loud, yeah, we ’bout to turn up, hey
If I’m ever down, yeah, watch how I come up, ayy
I be in the clouds, yeah, I be somewhere stuck, ayy
She mad she got cut, yeah, I wet that b#tch up, ayy
I made forty beats, yeah, she gon’ suck me up, ayy
Diamonds Wayne Gretzky, wait, I got hockey pucks, ayy
I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, hey
Smoking on purple that Oompa Loompa
Send her a lyft ’cause I’m banned on uber
She was all on me, but her friend looked cuter
Maison Mihara not Margiela, you’re clueless
sh#t too easy, my n#gg# I do this
Hit her from the back then her number, I lose it
Diamond different color when it hit like Coogi
I get this paper, I get this loose leaf
Call the director, I’m shootin’ a movie
In a suburban, smoking with Uzi
She wanna slurp me, she wanna smoothie
Slob on my knob, I feel like juicy
She let it ride, just like a two-seat
Doggin’ these hoes looking like goofy
n#gg# be hating, tell them to sue me
n#gg# be baiting, that sh#t don’t move me
When you get famous n#gg#s be groupies
n#gg#s too fishy, n#gg#s be sushi
Sittin’ in the ride but she wanna chew me
She wanna ride it like a Suzuki
p#ss# her beast you know she a beauty
Sleep on the house, you lookin’ like snoopy
You can get cut like I just went grooming
n#gg#s too chicken just like a two-piece
I’m at the top floor, give me my room key
b#tch I’m high like right where the moon be
People gon’ judge, but I’m watching Judy
n#gg#s ain’t slimeball, wanna be Nudy
Don’t wear Amiri’s, don’t wear no nudies
n#gg# like scream like the movie too spooky
I got the bomb, I got the nookie
Give me your treasure, I got the booty
People talk down, yea, I don’t hear a fuss, wait
My weed so loud, yeah, we ’bout to turn up, hey
If I’m ever down, yeah, watch how I come up, ayy
I be in the clouds, yeah, I be somewhere stuck, ayy
She mad she got cut, yeah, I wet that b#tch up, ayy
I made forty beats, yeah, she gon’ suck me up, ayy
Diamonds Wayne Gretzky, wait, I got hockey pucks, ayy
I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, hey
Yeah, new sh#t, new sh#t, new sh#t
Yeah, new sh#t, new sh#t, new sh#t
Yeah, new sh#t, new sh#t, new sh#t
I just want some new sh#t, we just want some new shit
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