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(Aus in the spot)
Baby know I'm rich, but that's obvious
Black hoodie, black blower, left anonymous
Niggas be talkin' like they me and they is not him
Rockin' a Louis V fit, this shit cost ten
I would talk about that foreign, but I crashed it
Told a nigga his bitch borin', been had it
Copy the recipe, but it won't taste the same
My rock hit sixty-thousand, that's just on the chain
Was in the field when you wasn't, that's how I got rich
These racks make these Amiris hug and they got a tight fit
Baby know I'm rich, but that's obvious
Black hoodie, black blower, left anonymous
Niggas be talkin' like they me and they is not him
Rockin' a Louis V fit, this shit cost ten
I would talk about that foreign, but I crashed it
Told a nigga his bitch borin', been had it
Copy the recipe, but it won't taste the same
My rock hit sixty-thousand, that's just on the chain
Was in the field when you wasn't, that's how I got rich
These racks make these Amiris hug and they got a tight fit
Watch I'm rockin' a forty-one, this shit a grown man
If he want a fire whip and I afford this, he don't stand a chance
I'm a trophy where I'm from, so I got gang tats
Hop out, walk you niggas down, like where your gang at?
Ten thousand in Neiman Marcus, that ain't shit to me
I'm on boats with my new bitch, my ex-bitch missin' me
That nigga poor as fuck, he don't eat tomahawks
Shoppin' spree, brought my pocket, I don't care what it cost
Road Runner Hummer bitch, I be pape' chasin'
I keep runnin' up money, these niggas keep hatin'
You can't act like a shooter 'cause you ain't did that
If he want a fire whip and I afford this, he don't stand a chance
I'm a trophy where I'm from, so I got gang tats
Hop out, walk you niggas down, like where your gang at?
Ten thousand in Neiman Marcus, that ain't shit to me
I'm on boats with my new bitch, my ex-bitch missin' me
That nigga poor as fuck, he don't eat tomahawks
Shoppin' spree, brought my pocket, I don't care what it cost
Road Runner Hummer bitch, I be pape' chasin'
I keep runnin' up money, these niggas keep hatin'
You can't act like a shooter 'cause you ain't did that
I be stiff on a bitch, like, "Please get back"
She can't understand what I'm sayin', it's the drugs in me
I can't leave without the pistol, it's the thug in me
Baby know I'm rich, but that's obvious
Black hoodie, black blower, left anonymous
Niggas be talkin' like they me and they is not him
Rockin' a Louis V fit, this shit cost ten
I would talk about that foreign, but I crashed it
Told a nigga his bitch borin', been had it
Copy the recipe, but it won't taste the same
My rock hit sixty-thousand, that's just on the chain
She can't understand what I'm sayin', it's the drugs in me
I can't leave without the pistol, it's the thug in me
Baby know I'm rich, but that's obvious
Black hoodie, black blower, left anonymous
Niggas be talkin' like they me and they is not him
Rockin' a Louis V fit, this shit cost ten
I would talk about that foreign, but I crashed it
Told a nigga his bitch borin', been had it
Copy the recipe, but it won't taste the same
My rock hit sixty-thousand, that's just on the chain
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