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Zafeer Velji
Zafeer Velji
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Al-Fayed Velji
Al-Fayed Velji
Songwriter
Yahya Hennawi
Yahya Hennawi
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I Prada the frame, money is the vision Top of the league, lead the division Accents of gold up on my wrist Diamonds in my ear causing a glist Won't drive the whip unless it ends with an S A mile a minute, the pedal is pressed Runway is calling the way I am dressed Money keeps coming, tell me am I stressed Making more money, making more problems Making more M's is how I solve 'em Rocking name brands is how I got it Riding in foreigns is how we top it We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up, down (Uh) I be a fiend for pussy and lean (watch out) Top of the morning, I'm back in those jeans ho This ain't Zac and Cody, get outta the suite (outta the suite uh) Madrid to Turin, you're switching the team (dang) Yeah, 5 shots in a minute, I'm floating like spaceships Yeah, 2 blunts and a coke, now Imma be raging Uh, be back in a minute, I just need to finish I look in the mirror, I know I'm a killer Red jacket is popping, you know it's a thriller (uh) We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up, down (Uh) Too many niggas this a blackout Verified on twitter but I'm banned now (yeah) I'm the black Sinatra, we going my way (my way) When my niggas in town, we change the crime rate (dang) Yeah, Champagne Papi, this shit high stakes (high stakes) In the 767 is how we migrate Got the flash on, you see the earring (earring) You really think I'd tell that bitch my nickname (uh) Pink fur in the summer just like Cam'ron (Killer Cam) Baby take your shirt off, I be hands on (yeah) Before I started I got the game took Call Hell's Kitchen baby, I just got the game cooked (uh) I'm high off of BZD's Somebody call ATC Narcan won't shit on me Ya'll niggas need APC's This hood be DND Leave bitches on BRB Cause I fuck with the 403 We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up We going up, down Turn it up, down Pour it up, down Run it up, down
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