[Man, turn that sh#t up, stupid
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Let’s go
I really wanna f#ck three b#tches together
I feel like Elon Musk, been drivin’ the Tesla
Gelato in the grabba, I’m smokin’ the pressure
Sippin’ the lean, check my etiquette, gesture
Stackin’ my money, look for investors
Pillows and blankets and sneakers Chanel
New school Zack Morris, Saved by the Bell
Goku, Vegeta, y’all n#gg#s be Cell
Chillin’ and smokin’ and think by myself
Flexin’ like wrestlers
Money, more decimals
Neck, wrist, chain freeze
Kodak moment, say cheese
Stevie Wonder, touch keys
‘Bout to go shop oversea, Japanese
Moncler my jacket, I’m ’bout to go ski
Car hot, new, uh
Pocket color blue, uh
Mob deep crew, uh
Bad b#tch too, uh
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
Car hot, new, uh
Pocket color blue, uh
Mob deep crew, uh
Bad b#tch too, uh
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
They play all my songs and that sh#t on repeat
They throwin’ my gun on the streets that I heat
Double my C’s, look at the feet
Marino the Infantry, no Bathing Ape
I’m more like the villain, I’m more like Two-Face
Zeke on the mix, then turn up the bass
Go to the strip club, there be the Brink’s
I’m more like the Black Panther, I don’t wear capes
Car hot, new, uh
Pocket color blue, uh
Mob deep crew, uh
Bad b#tch too, uh
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
Car hot, new, uh
Pocket color blue, uh
Mob deep crew, uh
Bad b#tch too, uh
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
Girl, show your nudes, uh
Baby, rub your b##bs
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A$AP ANT Lyrics – Nudes