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(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)
I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)

Look, I'm tryna lay you down, ayy, what's flickin'? What's the vibe? Ayy
Thinkin' it was a lie, ayy, d**kin' for the night
Fur so rich, you want a diamond, she just want it shinin'
Lеt me get alignment, plеase don't blow my high, b*t*h
She just want a big plate, bankin' on a mistake
Only give you a play if she recognize your mixtape
Thinking for myself, don't finesse, no, not this way
She just for herself, goin' that, goin' this way

Ayy, she want a big plate, rackies and d**k dates (Dates)
Uh, I want a cheesecake, millions for me, say it for me (Say it)
She do what she say, talkin' 'bout, "Buy me a Birk' bag" (Buy me a Birk' bag)
It ain't even your birthday, you just out here thirsty (Thirsty)
Talkin' 'bout stunt, stunt (Stunt, stunt)
Yeah, ball, ball (Ball, ball)
B*t*h, you ain't got your own bag (Own bag)
But on some f**k a n***a sh*t (F**k a n***a sh*t)
Talkin' 'bout stunt, stunt (Stunt, stunt)
Yeah, ball, ball (Ball, ball)
B*t*h, you ain't got your own bag (Own bag)
But on some f**k a n***a sh*t (F**k a n***a sh*t)
I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)
I pull up with the stick, you stick out (Pull up with the stick, you stick out)
Talkin' 'bout, pull up with a check, I check out (Pull up with a check, I check out)

You want me to pull up with that boss, better bring me that check (Bring me that check)
You say you got a lot of guap and it's makin' me wet (It's making me wet)
Money talk my favorite conversion, what you said?
If it ain't 'bout that paper, see you later, boy, I'm deaf
I'm tryna stunt, stunt, ball, ball
I told him, "Take me to the mall"
I'm finna run up his pockets, but it's still f**k 'em all
Boy, f**k you, buy me that toots
Oh, you got a Black Card? Is your cash blue? (Huh?)
What's in your wallet? Make a deposit
I need a lot of it, plus tax too (Ca-ching)

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