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Yeah, ho
Ho, bring that money home, yeah
Haha, [?]

Foreign sh*t, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin', kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy sh*t
Yeah, they love the kid, she got tunnel vision
She be staring at a rich n***a, d**k pretty
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith, with the Remington
Have my way with her face, she got good spits
Yeah, selling dummy bricks, I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy, feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr, glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin', why they interfering?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah, see through racks on me (Yeah, yeah)
Foreign sh*t, yeah, she gon' rub her clit (Yeah)
Why you frontin', kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy sh*t
Yeah, they love the kid, she got tunnel vision
She be staring at a rich n***a, d**k pretty
I'm in Atlanta with the Wraith, with the Remington
Have my way with her face, she got good spits
Yeah, selling dummy bricks, I dress 'em up like businessmen
Yeah, booted Fendi drip, ayy, feel like Crimson Chin
Yeah, she from England, grr, glicks from Switzerland
Skrrt, we gon' spin again, ballin', why they interfering?
Sharc so arrogant, yeah, see through racks on me (Yeah)

Givenchy jeans bussin'
Grimy killers trippin', eyeballs jumping out her skull
Take a flicky, b*t*h, flyest in the city, me
Yeah, have these denims free, XO to my scammer b*t*h
Scoop 'em like they Russian Cream
by the five-pack, angels with the thigh-pack
with the next strap
Cappin' boy, you not that, cap him, where the cameras at?
Still serve with them sandwich bags, all paid, fifties, twenty racks, yeah

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