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Dominic Pagon
Dominic Pagon
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Ughhh I got money on my mind all the time You know twenty four seven everyday I'm on the grind Big 2 tone VVS diamonds on me shine Tailor made everything European style Black and white corvette kick it in drive No roof on the shit blow the smoke to the sky Drop top OG Kush gettin' high Blue face hunnid dollar bills stacking up piles Red and black Lambo call dat shit checkers I just land a truck load of weight double deckers The whole world already know I'm a big stepper Flyest n**** out here breaking these records While I'm making hit records fake nikkaz be hating Call me Wocka Flocka I go hard in da paint I got Cuban links and I ain't talking bout chains Now if you listen real close you goan hear what I'm saying So high like hello I'm feeling mellow Bart Simpson diamonds on me yellow Black Robert Dinero and i ain't a good fellow My chick pretty like Lala and I ain't Carmelo You know I got dat Zaza I put fire to the white and I ain't talking Marshmallow I'm a million dollar n**** black Jeff Besos I'm racking up US Yeng Pounds and Pesos I got money on my mind all the time You know twenty four seven everyday I'm on the grind Big 2 tone VVS diamonds on me shine Tailor made everything European style Black and white corvette kick it in drive No roof on the shit blow the smoke to the sky Drop top OG Kush gettin' high Blue face hunnid dollar bills stacking up piles Hunnids on hunnids you know I got dat tunnel Vision I want my cash liquid funnel All black everything tinted up hummer Young Birdman uptown I'm a big stunna I freeze up the summer I heat up the winter I make the money fast they call me a sprinter You know I got all out for the paper like a printer I'm bout to f*** up di net inter Intercept cash open up doors dat you can't enter When di police ask if I'm a gang member I tell them I ain't got no affiliation I'm high as hell don't believe in limitation I'm so low key dey look up to me You a mini me di streets saying you a imitation Now you crashing parties mad you ain't get no invitation Over 55 g'z what it cost for my necklace I'm packing the strap I can't ride around reckless Not H&R still I run the block like Tetris I represent my society still labeled a menace I'm so icy from head to toe started a flood I pour da Hennessy all over da floor Givenchy so clean and I came from out da mud I'm in a red Lamborghini Jamaican Blood I got money on my mind all the time You know twenty four seven everyday I'm on the grind Big 2 tone VVS diamonds on me shine Tailor made everything European style Black and white corvette kick it in drive No roof on the shit blow the smoke to the sky Drop top OG Kush gettin' high Blue face hunnid dollar bills stacking up piles
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