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(Ayy, Ross sauce it up)
Tell me what you want
Just let me pack up your past
They got you diamonds and chains
I'm runnin' out wit' a bag
Number one ain't nobody can match
Pull up and have some fun
I'll make you leave in a sec'

Tell me what you want
Just let me pack up your past
They got you diamonds and chains
I'm runnin' out wit' a bag
Number one, ain't nobody can match
Pull up and have some fun
I'll make you leave in a sec'
I might just drop a bag
I'll f**k no strings attached
Get her to call me dad
These diamonds never crack
Told her don't call my celly
To busy dropping benjys
I'm dropping K's on Fendi
You want to, you can't end me
Tryna find cover, Ima turn into a widow
Riding with a thot in the back of a Limo
Ba** hits hard, yeah, fat like a kilo
A6 on, you whack like a Dio
Gotta ride white keys for the private white lamb
If you f**k with me it will hurt, goddamn
With my top piece and my short down town
You can't beat me, so just write that down

I know that's what she want, to ride a new Ferrari
Pull up and have some fun, girl, I just love the story
I keep on gettin' bags, ain't never comin' back
I'm beating everybody, everybody (Every- ohh)

Tell me what you want
Just let me pack up your past
They got you diamonds and chains
I'm runnin' out wit' a bag
Number one, ain't nobody can match
Pull up and have some fun
I'll make you leave in a sec'
Tell me what you want
Just let me pack up your past
They got you diamonds and chains
I'm runnin' out wit' a bag
Number one, ain't nobody can match
Pull up and have some fun
I'll make you leave in a sec'

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