| I mean, haha
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| Yeah
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| She like Chanel bags, yeah
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| She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah
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| She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
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| She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
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| She got expensive taste
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| She like Chanel bags, yeah
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| She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah
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| She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
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| She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
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| She got expensive taste, yeah
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| She like the palm trees and the droptops and the warm breeze, yeah
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| She from the Westside, with the sunsets and the bomb weed, yeah
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| She thinks she know me, but I know her and she lonely, yeah
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| We take it slowly, fuck a ring, shawty want a Rollie, yeah
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| She hit Rodeo then hit the beach
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| Lookin' off the Louis V
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| Drinks on the rocks out in Malibu, got me wonderin' like, «Who is she?»
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| Makeup and her hair done and she bossed up like Kylie
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| Eviantte, wrist frosted, fuckin' up the climate
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| She in LA, she left her heart back home
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| She don’t look for love no more, already crossed that road
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| She wanna go fuck up the function, 'til the club gon' close
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| She don’t let 'em read her feelings, yeah her heart don’t show, no, no
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| Finna slide off in the coupe, gone missin'
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| I can see her but it’s only from a distance
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| Spillin' drink on the floor, she trippin'
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| Smokin' loud, got double vision
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| She love to get lifted and she love the attention
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| She just want the finer things, a Hollywood addition
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| She like Chanel bags, yeah
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| She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah
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| She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
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| She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
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| She got expensive taste
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| She like Chanel bags, yeah
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| She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah
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| She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
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| She got expensive taste (Yeah), she got expensive taste (Oh)
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| She got expensive taste, yeah
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| Got a lot of money, I just spend tonight (Tonight)
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| Hopped up on a jetskit, went to Mars, just took a flight (Oh, oh, oh)
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| Big bag by the mornin', it’s my type of life, yeah
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| I make sure your rent is paid, I take risk just like (Oh, oh)
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| I know that her life expensive, yeah (Expensive)
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| AP 'round the wrist, she match my ways (Ways)
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| She don’t even have to clean her house 'cause we got maid (Maid)
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| like some got expensive taste
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| If she got no racks, she better walk up out my way
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| She got thick thighs (Thick thighs, uh)
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| Sit right (Sit right)
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| When she hop inside the coupe it make her act right (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
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| I bought a new, plenty racks on Dior
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| Take a trip to Rodeo, I had to make a detour, detour
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| She like Chanel bags, yeah (Woah, oh)
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| She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah
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| She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| She got expensive taste (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
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| She like Chanel bags, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
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| She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah
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| She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
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| She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
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| She got expensive taste, yeah
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| Oh, oh, oh, woah
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| Oh, oh, oh, woah |