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Pillow talk, you know you ain't did
Ayy, smoking 'em, you know my rank big
White diamonds on me, I'm racist
Stand on my feet, boy, I stay ten
Pull up on 'em in that May' Benz, I know what that real money feel like
I don't do too much on Instagram, I get it poppin' in real life
The club wasn't over, I swear that we left a lil' early, I promise it's still hype
Smoke the whole zip and I feel like it
I dogged shorty out, but she still like me
Nut put me down, so I'm real right
And I got it from Wafi, this real ice
I come outside when I feel like it
You can't hear my thoughts 'cause they sealed tight

I'm in a microwave, poppin' it, poppin' it, I had just sold my first property, yeah
I done counted so much money in my life, say, I know and I know if it's counterfeit, yeah
I had that Eagle on me in Philadelphia and I feel like I'm Donovan, yeah
So much money at the ATM machine, I swear we done fucked up the economy, yeah
Cheater gang like I'm with Sammy Sosa, this that Mark McGwire, I got cork in my bat
European car, you never seen it, got trunk in the front with some horse in the back
At 12:30, had to jump in that bitch with my diamonds on me, had to water it out
She start talking 'bout them other niggas and 'bout what they can do, so I cover her mouth
Put that money in a piggy bank, they was tryna take it, they was painting pictures
Mama told me can't be broke my whole life, I got some sense, you know I'm finna fix it
Poisoned now, flower by the money, had it in my hand, it got my fingers itchy
Going and going and going and going, don't stop, you know I'm too consistent

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