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Used to have to with that hatchback, we was hangin' off Parkway How the fuck we on Parksouth? It's a quarter mile to my driveway Got money comin' in five ways, I ain't slept in like five days I just landed in the U.K. Had to switch the Richard for the time change Know the lifestyle make her eyes gaze when she see the money comin' in Lil' Jake had to duck a blick charge, get a lawyer, that's another M Twin Lambs in the front yard and the Cullinan got the models in M.I.A., we in Liv' for the night, tell Grutman, "Bring the bottles in" I ain't never had a Ghost Unless it's a Rolls and they bringin' writers in I could give you boys discounts like the holidays, got a lot of pens Y'all goin' out while I'm goin' in I ain't leavin', got a lot of plans She love the way that my diamonds Dance and this VV smile cost a lot of bands Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in And she wanna fuck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's Could've went and got a scholarship With that bread I spent on that Prada bitch Rockstar, heavy metal shit, Crossbody come with hollow tips Opps still love to pillow talk, nickname me the "Problem Kid" Get 'em goin' for the irony, fifty bands for these Prada jeans And my wrist game on a hundred Bands, ain't no tick-tock in my timepiece And that G5 is what fly means when I touch down on that island Bad bitch, she a top ten and she popped up in my comments My shit hittin' top fifty, I'm really what's poppin' You boys tryna find y'all way out, I did it, no problem I don't even wanna talk these days, I'm really just locked in Phone numbers gettin' switched These days, I don't really like contacts Floyd Mayweather contracts, Mykonos with the top back Twenty-three and I'm this rich, how I ball, NBA prospect Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in And she wanna fuck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's Could've went and got a scholarship With that bread I spent on that Prada bitch Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in And she wanna fuck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's Could've went and got a scholarship With that bread I spent on that Prada bitch
Writer(s): Joseph Iny, Jake Paul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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