| If I ain’t in the Phantom, I’m probably in a tank
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| Catch me overseas, flock of bitches, blowing dank
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| I’m where you ain’t, I’m copping everything that you can’t
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| Get your pockets up, big bank take lil bank
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| Big bank take lil bank, big bank take lil bank
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| I’m on a spree fucking bitches, big bank take lil bank
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| Big bank take lil bank, big bank take lil bank
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| I’m with the movie stars, trippy, big bank take lil bank
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| I’m forever gon' ball and I’m telling you dog
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| If I’m not in the lab then I’m fucking up the mall
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| At the car lot, fuck swapping out
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| I loved everything there, so I had to buy 'em out
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| Riding round the city, they know it’s me
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| Parera hanging out the window, hard not to notice me
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| Big bands my convo, need all that, like pronto
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| Get money with my eyes closed
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| Got a condo with a lot of hoes
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| My ice is like a freezer, Evel Knievel
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| Shots of Bombeezle, doing something illegal
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| Love making money and I do it for the people
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| Ball on 'em once, now here go the sequel
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| Trynna make 'em understand, gotta make 'em understand
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| I said that money ain’t a thing
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| I ride around in them Prada frames
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| I ride around and I take your dames
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| Since he got money, he ain’t been the same
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| My denim cost, and they denim plain
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| While you coppin' halves, we got 10 of them things
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| Duffel bag like a gymnast mane, deep off in your girl
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| Said I pray to God for my sins and thangs
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| Thank you Jesus like amen
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| 8 million, 8 million, flippin bitches at the Days Inn
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| That Cali Kush is so amazing
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| That Kickstand, I’m so faded
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| My lighter lit, my blunt blazing
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| I’m coming down and them niggas hating
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| Gotta go and get it, I’m money crazy
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| Go and get it, I’m money crazy
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| Big bank said it’s taking little bank
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| Said I’m probably at your girls' house, twisting up and blowing stank |