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Pull up the function, bring all of yo' friends Whip all black, Forgiato my rims Drip chrome hearts, ricky ricky on me I got what you need if you feelin' lonely Bottles on me, dranks on me I just fucked his bitch, I hope he take it lightly Group all black, man, I feel like Spike Lee Show this bitch the bands, now I think she like me I told her, "hold the money" Pockets so fat, can't fold the money We gon' wipe his nose on fold, Dasani 'Course there's Louis Vuitton, they bloody (Bloody, bloody) I told her, "hold the money" Pockets so fat, can't fold the money We gon' wipe his nose on fold, Dasani 'Course there's Louis Vuitton, they bloody (Bloody, bloody) Bag flip, bad bitch, wanna be an actress Taxes, blacklist, Dior in the back seat MAC-10, back seat If they want the smoke she a classified bad bitch She all about that action Buy Vance, 5 bands for a spray tan Hoes mad, I ran a check up on the weekend Love xans, so I'ma hit it and replace that Fuck it, man, I think I'll go run up a hunnid bands I told her, "hold the money" Pockets so fat, can't fold the money We gon' wipe his nose on fold, Dasani 'Course there's Louis Vuitton, they bloody (Bloody, bloody) I told her, "hold the money" Pockets so fat, can't fold the money We gon' wipe his nose on fold, Dasani 'Course there's Louis Vuitton, they bloody (Bloody, bloody) Bloody, bloody, bloody Bloody, bloody, bloody Bloody, bloody, bloody Bloody, bloody, bloody Bloody, bloody, bloody Bloody, bloody, bloody Bloody, bloody, bloody I told her- Pockets so fat, can't fold the money I told her, "hold the money" Pockets so fat, can't fold the money We gon' wipe his nose on fold, Dasani 'Course there's Louis Vuitton, they bloody (Bloody, bloody) I told her, "hold the money" Pockets so fat, can't fold the money We gon' wipe his nose on fold, Dasani 'Course there's Louis Vuitton, they bloody (Bloody, bloody)
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