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Oh my God, Ronny Yeah Yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ayy I stuff the racks in my Balmains Look at my wrist and my tennis chain f**kin' lil' shawty, she lovin' it Go get your b*t*h, I don't want her back Look in the room, she gon' get attached Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks Put all the dope in the Louis bag Zip it up, now it's a hundred packs Cartier watch Look at my diamonds, they jumpin' too hot Hop out the drop when the door is unlocked Keep me a .40, that stick is on fire Chain, yeah, it shine like the 4th of July Keep me a Draco, you n***as gon' diе If I don't make it, lil' n***a, I'll try Hop out the doors, the Phantom is widе Look at my b*t*h and look at her new body The drugs is sluggy, feelin' like I'm Carti I know she a groupie, she just wanna party Vlone on my jeans and on my lil' coat I bend that b*t*h over, I nut in her throat It's Richard Mille, this a plain Jane f**kin' that b*t*h 'til she go insane She callin' me Mike, yeah, I beat it up I'm slicin' that dog like a dealer truck You n***as be hatin', don't give a f**k I'm gettin' this money, my pockets up My pockets up, my hoes up The doors up on the Bentley truck Hot, rich gotti, rich gotti, I'ma ease my wrong Everybody knows where she goin' My diamonds, they drip with tones Like Kevin, I got two phones Stackin' paper on ice, it's froze It's funny this glide is strong They diamonds, they drippin', they going My songs keep runnin' up digits Get your bread up, n***a, no b*t*hin' Got a bad ass b*t*h, she tinted Long hair, pretty nails, she did it Give the money all to my granny It's okay, sh*t'll feed my family Yeah, this rap sh*t came in handy Shawty suck my d**k, it's candy, ooh I stuff the racks in my Balmains Look at my wrist and my tennis chain f**kin' lil' shawty, she lovin' it Go get your b*t*h, I don't want her back Look in the room, she gon' get attached Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks Put all the dope in the Louis bag Zip it up, now it's a hundred packs Yeah, give you a bag, give you a bag, give you a bag, yeah Sit back and relax, you better watch me count my stacks, yeah She wanna f**k 'cause she see all the hundred racks All of this money, can you even handle that? I spend this money and you know I get it back I don't need friends, n***a, I got bankrolls I'm not safe, n***a, I need to lay low Only let her touch the bands when I say so Shawty a freak, yeah, I know that she faithful Oh, she guilty, it's a case closed We be ridin' 'round with the pesos Yeah, we shootin' sh*t like it's Halo Yeah, yeah, yeah, low Ayy, I need the racks, I need the racks today Yeah, I need my stacks, I need my stacks today Ayy, ayy, I get it right back, I get it right back today I do the math today, ayy, do this sh*t everyday Hold up, I got your girl and she on me Yeah, I got your b*t*h and she with the team I'm livin' where you live, in a catastrophe I got so much fans and they comin' after me, yeah Oh, yeah Damn, BG, you made this? I stuff the racks in my Balmains Look at my wrist and my tennis chain f**kin' lil' shawty, she lovin' it Go get your b*t*h, I don't want her back Look in the room, she gon' get attached Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks Put all the dope in the Louis bag Zip it up, now it's a hundred packs I'ma go home, you tellin' these lies I'ma ride for my guys and we gonna jig until we got money that's touchin' the sky I'm with some young, I never divide If it's something that you want, you can have Promise I'm tired of hearing these lies You gonna leave me or you gonna ride? I'ma go get to that bag 'til I die Shorty got kick and she suckin' me high She threw a touch, I don't know where she tied I get it lit like the 4th of July She all about me, I'm all on that dome But she keep on actin' like she could do wrong Let me see what you got, pull up to the spot If you wanna get jiggy, we settin' the tone Settin' the tone, no All she wanna do is glow, all I wanna get is dough It's the one game and it all on my mommy 'Cause I gotta get it some more She send my heart to the globe I only want her on the low, no I've been runnin', runnin' 'round You still with me? Is you down? But I've been in the wild in front of my sound I got that drip, b*t*h, she drown I'm takin' no city gown, no I told her, "Come up right now" Now I'm finna make the shawty proud No, no No (Damn, BG, you made this) No, yeah, ayy I stuff the racks in my Balmains Look at my wrist and my tennis chain f**kin' lil' shawty, she lovin' it Go get your b*t*h, I don't want her back Look in the room, she gon' get attached Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks Put all the dope in the Louis bag Zip it up, now it's a hundred packs
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