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[Intro] Ooh (Cashout, what it do?) Ooh-wee (Shit) Back again (Iced Up Records) Yeah [Verse] Yeah, lay in yo' shit Quick glue on that chopper, it just stay on shit **** the coppers, oppers like a butler, I just wait on shit Goofy niggas trappin' for three weeks and still ain't made some shit I got so much frost on this new Rollie like I sprayed a wrist No thirty-six, we rock forty-ones all day and date a bitch Made me like five million in one year, bitch, I was made for this **** the talkin', never do no lackin', up and spray the blick Flashin' hella jewelry at yo' show, we come and takin' shit Hm, ooh, bitch, I do major shit All this jewelry light up my whole neck, look like the Vеgas Strip Real rasta, bought me a new mansion, cost mе eighty bricks You in the streets and still ain't touched a mil', you on some lazy shit Crack a seal, finna drink it all, ain't on no savin' shit Mix the Fendi up with that Dior, I love that Bathing shit Hit the road, took ten thousand pills between bangin' Tris Told my bitch to stuff it in her coochie, had to train a bitch Stretch the work, do that shit like yoga, that's my trainer bitch Turn that chopper up like a lil' kid, I bend and spank some shit You the opposite of number two, that mean you ain't the shit Hit the club and throw me up ten racks, I love the rain and shit Ghetto girl and she got a fatty, that's my favorite bitch Got the same bottles in my kitchen, that's my baby sip Got extension on me, it hold thirty, end up paintin' shit My mama said I got some screws loose, I need some maintenance Private jet, oh, we in first class, ain't on no basic shit ****ed around and got another opp, he on the waiting list All my homies play in the background because they ain't legit Lot of habits, need to quit my cup, I can't be taking this Ooh, yeah, I never fake with stick Pour me up a three in a cream soda, this a Faygo twist Niggas in the game and fallin' out on some flagrant shit How you gang and go against the guys? Yeah, that's plagiarist Pop a xanny, mix it with a flat, love the zapin' shit Hella shooters blow shit like a hookah, love to vape and shit Told her I can't love you like my drank but love yo' nakedness Grinded long but this shit paying off, yeah, that's what patience get Catch 'em flexing, we gon' get to steppin', Alpha Beta shit Baby Glock, the clip that's pokin' out look like a taser stick Cuddy told me if he wacked a witness, get the case dismissed Brick of dog, break it down in chunks, it look like bagel bits (Like bagel bits)
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