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Who made this shit, Pharaoh? Kutta, cut that shit up, man Uh Model bitches, yeah, I like 'em All this new money, got bitches excited Circle too big, gotta get shit tighter I told her open her mouth a lil' wider (yeah) Jet time, hop on a private I wanna go to Montego, to islands All the rich niggas just sit back in silence All broke niggas just need 'em some guidance (yeah) Ain't think I was makin' it this far Dirty Diana, ain't hoppin' in this car Back in the day, used to slide in a zip car Please don't speak, put my dick where your lips are (uh) Smokin' on dope, that's pressure Got two cars, need one more extra First in the hood, yeah, they callin' me special When I go shoppin', I need all the specials (yeah) Mix it, mix it, mix it Too many bitches, got them in the mix Can't trust none of 'em, everybody tricky Broke-ass niggas, that shit make me sick 100k dropped, shit came too quick Money can't stop, process won't quit Get me a check and I'm takin' a trip I beat the back and that pussy gon' drip (yeah) Model bitches, yeah, I like 'em All this new money, got bitches excited Circle too big, gotta get shit tighter I told her open her mouth a lil' wider (yeah) Jet time, hop on a private I wanna go to Montego, to islands All the rich niggas just sit back in silence All broke niggas just need 'em some guidance (yeah) Mix it, mix it, mix it Mix it, mix it, mix it Mix it, mix it Mix it, mix it, mix it Too many bitches, got them in the mix (uh) Point 'em out Diamonds, bringin' them pointers out Opp niggas time is runnin' out Once you in that jam, ain't no comin' out Ain't worried 'bout followers, worried 'bout dollars When it come to trap shit, yeah, I'm a scholar Back in the day, we was poppin' them collars Back in the day, give a fuck 'bout a college (yeah) Model bitches, yeah, I like 'em All this new money, got bitches excited Circle too big, gotta get shit tighter I told her open her mouth a lil' wider (yeah) Jet time, hop on a private I wanna go to Montego, to islands All the rich niggas just sit back in silence All broke niggas just need 'em some guidance (yeah) Ain't think I was makin' it this far Dirty Diana, ain't hoppin' in this car Back in the day, used to slide in a zip car Please don't speak, put my dick where your lips are (uh) Smokin' on dope, that's pressure Got two cars, need one more extra First in the hood, yeah, they callin' me special When I go shoppin', I need all the specials (yeah) Mix it, mix it Mix it, mix it, mix it Mix it, mix it, mix it Mix it, mix it, mix it Too many bitches, got them in the mix
Writer(s): Broderick Omar Hughey, Roderick Lamar Hughey, Zachary Mullett, Stephon Jesse St Cyr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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