Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah yeah, oh whoa oh, yeah, yeah, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Yeah, 2 white b#tches in the Benz and I’m swerving n#gg#s be hurting, yeah
Ball too hard I feel like Kyrie b#tch remove the Irving, yeah
I’m making my bag I did it f#ck your b#tch she won’t forget it, yeah
Get this cash I spend it on the clothes that shit’s expensive, yeah
I just did this b#tch from the hair you know she gave me top (oh)
I’m gon’ pull up in that foreign in that drop top
We be swerving fast, you ain’t really touch no cash
Now I see why they hatin’ b#tch I got you mad
You don’t touch no cash, yeah
Designer drugs, designer hoes, I just got a bag
Say I do it good I know I do it I’m too fast
n#gg#s can’t catch up
Doing punching like the flash
I’m next up (yeah)
n#gg#s be mad yeah
I can’t really understand them
You make no racks, I stack my sh#t like Andre I ain’t ever cappin’
Pull up in that lot, keep that mac, it’s really clapping
n#gg#s always cap yeah n#gg#s always lacking
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