| Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
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| I went and got me some dough
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| But that ain’t enough, I want some more
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| I want some more and some more
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| Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
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| Now she dancing on the pole
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| But that ain’t enough, she want some more
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| She want some more and some more
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| Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
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| I went and got me some dough
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| But that ain’t enough, I want some more
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| I want some more and some more
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| Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
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| Now she dancing on the pole
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| But that ain’t enough, she want some more
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| She want some more and some more
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| Redhead with me like I’m Yachty
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| Every nigga with me got a body
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| Bad mamacita call me papi
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| Back to back Lams and the Raris
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| Only thing I wear is red bottoms
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| Free my nigga Long, the feds got him
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| Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles
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| Crack a nigga head with a bottle
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| Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems
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| Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em
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| Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar
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| Made these bitches rake up every dollar
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| She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow
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| Had to switch it up, I’m on the road now
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| I’m a stand up guy, I ain’t gon' lay down
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| Seventeen five on my feet
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| Blowin' money like I hang with Meech
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| Louis V mixed with Supreme
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| Hop out in Givenchy, oh it’s clean
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| Gran Coupe, 2018
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| Try me, it’s gon' be a murder scene
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| Everything I say a nigga mean
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| Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
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| I went and got me some dough
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| But that ain’t enough, I want some more
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| I want some more and some more
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| Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
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| Now she dancing on the pole
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| But that ain’t enough, she want some more
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| She want some more and some more
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| Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
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| I went and got me some dough
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| But that ain’t enough, I want some more
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| I want some more and some more
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| Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
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| Now she dancing on the pole
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| But that ain’t enough, she want some more
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| She want some more and some more
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| Got four pockets full like I’m Baby
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| Keep Twaun with me case they play me
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| Goons at they door 'til they pay me
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| Baby blue brand new Mercedes
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| Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti
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| Nigga never made the honor roll
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| But the nigga made the Forbes List
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| Hundred thousand on my left wrist
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| Orange stones in a nigga mouth
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| When the sun hit it look like Sunkist
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| Big pendant 'round a nigga neck
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| Talkin' same size as a starfish
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| And a nigga know killers, got killers
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| Nigga same kind as Scarface
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| And a nigga ball like Hardaway
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| And a nigga ball like Barkley
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| And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue
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| I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge
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| I meant morgue, I don’t shop at the stores
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| I don’t fuck with these lame ass sorry ass whores, on god
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| Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
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| I went and got me some dough
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| But that ain’t enough, I want some more
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| I want some more and some more
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| Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
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| Now she dancing on the pole
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| But that ain’t enough, she want some more
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| She want some more and some more
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| Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
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| I went and got me some dough
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| But that ain’t enough, I want some more
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| I want some more and some more
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| Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
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| Now she dancing on the pole
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| But that ain’t enough, she want some more
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| She want some more and some more
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| I want S-O-M-E more
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| I want S-O-M-E more
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| I want S-O-M-E more, yeah |