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(She tells me, "You too much for me", she tells me, ha-ha)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on everything, like I put them ions on it
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on everything, like I put them ions on it
Huh, no we don't fuck with them broke boys, baby, we don't know them (Huh)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (Yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds (Ah)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (Yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds (Ah)
All yo' fuckin streams, ain't playin, yeah, you fake it
(She tells me, "You too much for me", she tells me, ha-ha)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
(She tells me, "You too much for me", she tells me, ha-ha)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on everything, like I put them ions on it
Huh, no we don't fuck with them broke boys, baby, we don't know them (Huh)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (Yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
Huh, no we don't fuck with them broke boys, baby, we don't know them (Huh)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (Yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds (Ah)
All yo' fuckin streams, ain't playin, yeah, you fake it
All yo' fuckin streams, ain't playin, yeah, you fake it
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