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Yes, yes, we star studded (Woo)
Neck, wrist, both flooded (Neck)
High, set the bar, fuck it
Outside and we all thuggin'
Fye, pull it out, buss it, (Bye) if she ain't fuckin'
Ice, no you can't touch it
Strike, we gon' press the button

I strike at the top of the morning
I strike at the top of the mornin', I'm gone (I'm gone)
Blue Benjamin Jackson, nigga that's money
That's what a young nigga persuin' (Oh)
Your nigga be calling her and bugging her
Asking her what she be doing (Brrt)
Niggas be wasted and off the molly, in reality [?] (Uh)
I'm tryna be greater and [?] and [?], I'm killing the haters (Killin')
I get the paper then spend a lil' bit and say sum' later (I pull it up)
The patek, the rollie, the millie, the watch, the [?] (No cap)
No cappin', you might think it's [?] racks on the [?]
Drinking martell, dance with the choppa, [?] be like Odell
It never fail, [?] diamond [?] he never would tell
The players, I [?] the engine in the old-school chevy [?] (Skrrt)
We get the bells
I pass 'em right up to the hood and hope it do well

Nawfside, nawfside, nawfside, nawfside
Yeah, oh yeah, oh

Yes, yes, we star studded (Woo)
Neck, wrist, both flooded (Neck)
High, set the bar, fuck it
Outside and we all thuggin'
Fye, pull it out, buss it, (Bye) if she ain't fuckin'
Ice, no you can't touch it
Strike, we gon' press the button

I'm that guy
get tied
Blue Lamborghini, the caterpillar (Skkr)
Wrist wet like Reggie Miller (Splash)
Oh, you tough, uh, yellow my cup, taste like bubble gum (Woo)
This money ain't luck (Uh, uh) I run this shit up with [?]
whores
Slap em' in the face with the money if you short
gotta thank God [?]

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