| I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
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| Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
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| Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
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| Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all
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| I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
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| I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
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| I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
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| I got that bag and we movin' that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa,
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| got hoes and shit
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| Hundred K large on my Audemar
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| When we run down we hit one of y’all
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| I’m a post up at the corner store
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| Trappin' all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
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| I am so hot I might break the thermometer
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| Coppers they watch us and follow us
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| Flip through that paper no calendar
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| All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
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| I got a different kind of money
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| I’m on a different kind of grind
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| I’m with some different type of niggas
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| We on a different type of time
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| Go get the money fuck them bitches
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| Bitches be gettin' out of line
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| I turned that one into a two
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| I turned that point into a nine
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my neck, damn
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my wrist
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my fist
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| You know how froze that is
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| Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
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| Following Meek and lil' Nicki, ya
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| It is just me and lil' Brittney, ya
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| Diamonds so wet you could slip
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| Look at the bitch, take a picture
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| She is just so photogenic, ya
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| She ride my dick like a dirt bike
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| You know she gon' pop a wheelie
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| Count my money to a milli, ya
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| Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
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| Holding that gun with no Uzi
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| Diamonds in Rollie get cooly
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| I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
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| Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
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| Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
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| Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all
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| I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
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| Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
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| Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
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| Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
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| Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
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| We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
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| Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
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| Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin'
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| Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
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| Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
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| I just be sittin' in the mansion, takin' a dip inside the pool
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| We don’t go out without assassins
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| We on some different type of rules
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| I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
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| Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
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| Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
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| Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my neck, damn
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my wrist
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my fist
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| You know how froze that is
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my neck, damn
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my wrist
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| You know how froze that is
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| Look at my fist
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| You know how froze that is |