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(E-E-E-Enrgy made this one) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah What? Penthouse suite, top floor Prices got cheap, we just let 'em go Woah, watch my n***a spend a hundred K on a plain watch Told him, "Give me ten more days, I'ma get me one" Two-hundred occasion (What you do?), I gave 'em (I gave) Thumbin' through the payment in the rental car from Avis (Backend) Withdraw on that Wocky, I shrivel up like a raisin (Real) My n***a Trip black as hell, but he sell caucasian (Jungle fever) White dopе, I sell it to my white folks I ain't racist 'bout that paper, I ain't goin' brokе Pint of Hi-Tech red (Mud), gotta put that sh*t up on your head I got bad b*t*hes textin' me like, "Where you at?" Walkin' out of St. Regis with fifty in my britches Get the drank dirt cheap when I go cross the bridge (Woah) Count a hundred-fifty bucks out, it got me dizzy Spend it, I f**ked off an eighty ball with Izzy (Necklace) Let her wear my chain, got my pendant on her t**ties (Look) Off the yacht to the jet just to see the Grizzlies (Book) Jason said, "You cuttin' it close, you got a show, you trippin'" (Woah) I'm not missin' that cornbread, be there in a jiffy (Gone) They said that it gotta be in you, it can't be on you (Woah) But I got it in me and it's on me, what you want? Woah, poker face when I see the plug, we talkin' business Plain Richard Millie, so them white folks take me serious In a meetin' with 'em, legs crossed, hand on my chin (Grin) Tryna negotiate me a label deal for ten I want in, I won't drop the ball, I bet we win Woah, they be like, "Trip, is you sellin' fent'?" Nah Five red b*t*hes, that's a— (Take your time, hold up) Five red b*t*hes, that's a fin ball Two bricks of soft in the loft Hit it and you winnin' in the kitchen like it's golf (Kitchen like it's golf) Was tryna get it off, so I front him what he bought I don't talk numbers with runners, sh*t, n***a, I'm a boss And we gon' drop you off, talkin' 'bout you ain't tryna spin I'm throwed, I be thinkin' 'bout a soul when I grin N***as hoes, I had 'bows way before it was a trend (Soft a** n***a) Only rap beef I had died before it ever began (On my mama) Real street n***a trappin', gettin' high and smokin' cigs Could turn it back to drop, blow it up and make it big
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