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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye this shit gotta be club Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga Ah! Bitch, I'm the shit, feel me? Them niggas ain't this, feel me? 911 on my wrist, feel me? Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me? I like my bitches thick, you gotta feel me "Happy birthday, here's a Benz," feel me? First, last name rich, feel me? Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, feel me? We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me I'm at the dealership like what's the dealy? Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly! I need my cash money A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty We lit up the city, you feel me? My hitters is humble, we hit up the city Then skrrt off and eat in a Bentley Take her shoppin' Can't get that python through customs Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it Garment bags, no luggage, feel me? Getting money, you relate, feel me? Bank account liftin' weights, feel me? Let my niggas through the gate, feel me? Bel-Air estates (huh!) Hansen's with the cake I'm hands on with that cake I need my bitches A1 I got a lot at stake, feel me? We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me I'm at the dealership like what's the dealy? Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly! Kim K thick, you gotta feel me At the dealership like what's the dealy? Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly! Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly! Flew in for the fight, that's that thug life Pac sittin' shotgun next to Suge Knight Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on Feels like I'm in the movie, holmes Texted my Consigliere Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on (Who you tryna get crazy with? Don't you know I'm loco?) That Calabasas 'cross the sweatshirt I wear it to a meetin' like a dress shirt Top shotta put the pressure Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt There's levels to my retail The devil's in the detail Niggas be typin' hard as hell Goin' heavy metal on the email Niggas be so emo Catch feelings like a female Get quiet as a church mouse Phone soundin' like a seashell Niggas get so choked up I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahaha We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me I'm at the dealership like what's the dealy? Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Carlos St. John Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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