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Tuh, 2-4 You know it's a fly n***a bible HB, Hit-Boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 2A.M. on Ventura with a b*t*h that's bad as toddlers And I don't blame lil' shawty, she ain't grow up with no father, yeah Like it, then I holler D-I-OR her, pop my collar, yeah Dropped up out of school, we always knew I wasn't no scholar, uh-huh If we talkin' 'bout math, I know how to add up every dollar, yeaqh Rolls Royce, gotta have it B*t*h Italian like my fabrics, yeah Comedian n***as funny You n***as be wasting money Shawty gon' eat it up soon as she sees the money, yeah I keep it P wit' all the G's for real Spent ten bands on these Carti's so I could see for real Hit-Boy, that's my twin, that's my twin for rеal I told him it's even bettеr when a real n***a win That give me motivation (Motivation) CEO at my company, I run mine (Run mine) I'm stepping on these beats like it's the drum line (It's the drum line) (Tuh) I swear that I'm back, I'm back for the first time You know Doing sh*t at the flyest level is all I really care about It's that fly n***a Fly n***a bible HB, Surf Club (Look) 2A.M. on Ventura with a b*t*h that's bad as toddlers I don't blame lil' shawty, she ain't grow up with no father, ayy Like it, then I holler D-I-OR her, pop my collar (D-I-OR her) Dropped up out of school, we always knew I wasn't no scholar (Wasn't no scholar) Balenciaga bomber on my back, my gla**es Prada Two-hundred rack trips to Nevada Silks sent from Casablanca I shot videos in Harlem We copped plates at the fish spot Flew back to LAX, 405 traffic gridlocked (Gridlocked) Ace is getting sprayed (Sprayed), not up for debate ('Bate) Like I'm pimpin' bait (Bait), I just hit my wave (Wave) I could lace you with some G, just don't repeat it Spread a n***a business, quickest way to get deleted I can't wreck out, Surf Club, Private Club, that's gang Pokin' my chest out Capital on my waistline, they took time with the textiles Real ones for my section, they steady saying I'm motivatin' Screw poker and happy facin', can't fake with us She know the faces 2A.M. on Ventura with a b*t*h that's bad as toddlers And I don't blame lil' shawty, she ain't grow up with no father, yeah Like it, then I holler D-I-OR her, pop my collar Dropped up out of school, we always knew I wasn't no scholar, uh-huh If we talkin' 'bout math, I know how to add up every dollar, yeah Rolls Royce, gotta have it B*t*h Italian like my fabrics, yeah Comedian n***as funny You n***as be wasting money Shorty gon' eat it up soon as she sees the money Oh Sell the dopeness, this one's for the mama, oh She gon' switch sides for the dollar, oh All I need is twenty four hours with her Oh-oh-oh Big dog, no fleas, no collar, oh Got her hypnotized like papa, oh The boy gon' hit like, "How this?" Oh, oh, oh
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