Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Uh

We up the score on 'em (Ah, ah)

Fuck it man, we droppin' more on 'em

Shawty bad 'cause she my type (Ah, ah)

And what I like is a foreigner

And if she alright then I spoil her (Ah, ah)

But if she start playin', ignorin' her

These motherfuckers try and play on my money (Ah, ah)

I call up the crew, we extortin 'em

I got the industry mad now (Oh)

I paved the way (Oh)

These background motherfuckers really try and snatch the sound (Oh)

Offer me, yeah, they cashin' out

You take what you want, but you know the deal

You livin' a lie, but they know it's real

I got plaques on the way (Ah, ah)

I ran out of space (Ah, ah)

Might need a new room (Ah, ah)

I need a new place (I, ah, ah)

Got plaques on the way (Ah, ah)

I ran out of space (Ah, ah)

Might need a new room (Ah, ah)

I need a new place (Ah, uh)

She keep it real with me

They wanna know what's the deal with me

These motherfuckers full of envy

They be actin' and treating me differently

But fuck it all, man I'm past that

V-12 I gas that

Slim-thick with the ass fat

Tell her turn around, I'ma grab that

Baby, I'm far from a gentleman

She wanna fuck 'cause the rocks on my wrist like a sediment

And the chrome on my heart got me lookin' like back in the day I was rockin' a letterman

Huh, demons in my head but I cannot let 'em in

Shawty be tellin' me she tryna settle

Huh, that shit not settlin'

I got plaques on the way (Ah, ah)

I ran out of space (Ah, ah)

Might need a new room (Ah, ah)

I need a new place (I, ah, ah)

Got plaques on the way (Ah, ah)

I ran out of space (Ah, ah)

Might need a new room (Ah, ah)

I need a new place (Ah, uh)

I got plaques on the way (Ah, ah)

I ran out of space (Ah, ah)

Might need a new room (Ah, ah)

I need a new place (I, ah, ah)

Got plaques on the way (Ah, ah)

I ran out of space (Ah, ah)

Might need a new room (Ah, ah)

I need a new place (Ah, uh)

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