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Seph got the waves Yeah, drippin' in Hermes, hope she don't tell Drippin' in Chanel, it don't go on sale (ayy) Watch me burn this cash like I don't care Yeah, you say you gettin' money, but I can't tell First I was broke, they didn't hit me on my Nextel The party don't start until I get there I'll bag that lil' boy up like an Arab Left all my old friends and told 'em, "Take care" I didn't have time for 'em, so I'ma buy a Richard Mille I used to pray for times like this, I really reached a mil' That plate was way over there, I had to reach a meal Don't know why the hell I thought Fred wouldn't leave here I'm havin' withdrawals, I really can't get off these pills I always hear they envy, hate just can't get off my ear I'm countin' checks since I know how a broke nigga feel God is the only man that I fear Cameras on that new whip, so I ain't really gotta watch the rear Fake busters, left 'em all 'cause my watch was real My bitch ain't O'Neal, but I really hope she kill for me Yeah, drippin' in Hermes, hope she don't tell Drippin' in Chanel, it don't go on sale, ayy Watch me burn this cash like I don't care Yeah, you say you gettin' money, but I can't tell First I was broke, they didn't hit me on my Nextel The party don't start until I get there I'll bag that lil' boy up like an Arab Left all my old friends and told 'em, "Take care"
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Joseph Boyden, Xansie Xansie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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