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Ha, ha, ha Young rich nigga, man I might just retire all my Amiris I might burn them bitches in a pile, you dig? (I can't even quit playin', it's just like, you know?) Patched up, nigga I'm patched up (I'm that that's passed up) Two thousand for the jeans, nah, these ain't Amiris We the richest young niggas in the whole fuckin' city Say my name one time, watch this bitch get litty, yeah Got the city on lock, run this bitch like Diddy, yeah Got the city on lock Came through with every type of foreign Every year when the city get hot I be flyin' first class, I don't sit on no block I can tell how you talk, you ain't never been shot I can tell how you move, you ain't never been watched Feds did a sweep, everybody finna talk When it come down to me, I'ma take my own charge But I ain't goin' back to jail, I done came too far I'm a real life star 'Less they got 35 racks for a nigga, I ain't goin' in the bar 'Fore I take a bitch home, I'll fuck her in a car Can't drop her ass off 'cause I live too far 'Fore I made it off rap, I was runnin' up the cards Niggas still can't believe that I made it on the charts Never graduated school, buyin' brand-new cars Red key, push a button, tap the gas, and it start, yeah Two thousand for the jeans, nah, these ain't Amiris We the richest young niggas in the whole fuckin' city Say my name one time, watch this bitch get litty, yeah Got the city on lock, run this bitch like Diddy, yeah You can call me Glock or call me Big Key (Glizock) I don't fuck with rat, no Stuarts, no Mickeys (uh-uh) Three hundred racks on the chain, no pendant (yeah) Got a billion dollars on my mind and I'ma get it (yeah) Been gettin' to the money, I don't plan on quittin' Ayy, what's-his-name died, and they said I did it (shh) I'II take a nigga bitch and give her back like I rented I just hopped in my bag and this just the beginnin' We don't fuck with that block, so you know we gon' spin it Don't care 'bout the ticket, my nigga, I spend it (yup) Still be in the trap, that shit open like Denny's Championship ring on my pinky, we winnin' (yeah, uh) Prada set on but it look like some Dickies (uh) You know I'm that nigga, my bitch got them bitches (yup) I keep that shit on, ayy, who fuckin' with me? Chrome Heart patches on me like I'm Christian Two thousand for the jeans, nah, these ain't Amiris (yah, yah, yah, yeah) We the richest young niggas in the whole fuckin' city Say my name one time, watch this bitch get litty, yeah Got the city on lock, run this bitch like Diddy, yeah (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Writer(s): Markeyvuis Cathey, Phillip Peaks, Noanalu, Dalton Chase, Caseyprod Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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