| Hop in the whip and I’m rolling
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| On that gass I’m smoking
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| Got that chopper I’m toating
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| So much money, can’t fold it
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| Look at my pockets, they folding
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| All of my niggas some soldiers
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| These niggas, they know that I’m chosen
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| Look at my neck, it’s so frozen
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| Diamonds, they froze like the polar
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| I jump a 4 in the soda
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| They talkin bout cash, I can show 'm
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| Everywhere we go they know us
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| Money so big, can’t fold it
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| Think she your’s but she hoeing
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| Sucking that dick till the morning
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| Suck on that dick till I’m yauning
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| Ice on my wrist, my neck and my finger
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| It’s so cold like it’s snowing
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| Look at your neck, so boring
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| Droptop in the rain, it’s pouring
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| Remember them years I was broke
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| Now I be selling out shows
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| I’m fucking these hoes
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| Cool with my bros, hit up my bro
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| I got the drip on my clothes
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| I got that bitch on the snow
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| I let the lil bitch do the coke
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| Hop in the whip and I’m rolling
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| On that gass I’m smoking
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| Got that chopper I’m toating
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| So much money, can’t fold it
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| Look at my pockets, they folding
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| All of my niggas some soldiers
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| These niggas, they know that I’m chosen
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| Look at my neck, it’s so frozen
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| Diamonds, they froze like the polar
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| I jump a 4 in the soda
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| They talkin bout cash, I can show 'm
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| Everywhere we go they know us
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| Cash in my pocket, it’s loaded
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| I pull up and drop you at focus
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| I’m sippin the drop with my potion
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| Smoking on gass, we toasting
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| Run up me a cheque, and cop me a coope
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| Toating a 30 that’s right on my hip
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| Smoking on cookie, I’m high as a blimp
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| I don’t know, you niggas
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| chain
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| Sware that you know that my niggas sip soda
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| Say that you cold, my niggas is colder
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| Drive in the lamb, might drive in the rover
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| hit with the toaster
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| Diamonds so white, same color as coka
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| Got that lil bitch and she sniffing coke
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| Get to the chips, ain’t talkin bout
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| Hop in the whip and I’m rolling
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| On that gass I’m smoking
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| Got that chopper I’m toating
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| So much money, can’t fold it
|
| Look at my pockets, they folding
|
| All of my niggas some soldiers
|
| These niggas, they know that I’m chosen
|
| Look at my neck, it’s so frozen
|
| Diamonds, they froze like the polar
|
| I jump a 4 in the soda
|
| They talkin bout cash, I can show 'm
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| Everywhere we go they know us |