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(Ooh) I don't know which way I'm goin' I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city I gotta go, go, go right now If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?" I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy I can't even hear what you sayin' I put that hoe on a G5 plane I'm on a G6, goin' insane My brand-new watch is a old Plain Jane My brand-new bitch in Balenciaga My old hoe rock vintage Prada I can get you Chanel, no problem Callin' my jeweler, I want some diamonds I keep goin', these niggas can't stop me I'm way too B-I-G, who shot ya? I sip codeine, I don't sip liquor My young nigga been pullin' them triggers My new bitch can't touch my figures These niggas dead-ass broke but I'm gettin' so richer I had to crop them out my picture I do this shit for my momma, nigga If you stay down, I got you, nigga Check out the shit that we poppin', nigga (Poppin', we poppin' shit, poppin', hey) I don't know which way I'm goin' I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city I gotta go, go, go right now If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?" I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy I can't even hear what you sayin' I put that hoe on a G5 plane I been losin' my mind If I'm bein' honest, I ain't even have time All this drank goin' straight to my mind All this money goin' straight to my mind I been high fashion splashin' All-black super classic She way too mean, my baby sassy And she can get what she want, just ask me When the rain fall, the codeine pours I tell the plug to send that load Expensive drip, yeah, check out the logo I'm outside takin' fan photos I gotta stay real, real low-key All these niggas tryna be like me All these bitches tryna fuck on me Honestly, I can't get no sleep (No sleep, no sleep, err) I don't know which way I'm goin' I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city I gotta go, go, go right now If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?" I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy I can't even hear what you sayin' I put that hoe on a G5 plane