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[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) Duh-uh (Ayy, Nard) [Chorus] Rich, no duh (No duh) B***h, I'm the plug (B***h, I'm the plug) Blick in the club (Blick in the club) Switch on the gun (Switch on the gun) Expensive-ass cup (Uh) Bad b***h, no cuff [Verse 1] I can't be rubbed wrong without seein' blood Hundred pair of jeans and they all a thousand-plus I ain't got it on me, this ain't nothin' but a dub (Nah) If I told you what I spent this month, it'd **** you up Poppin' Ace of Spaces, ****, I think I'm Mr. Rugs (Huh?) Way I run the plays, man, I should be screamin', "Hut" (Hut) We ain't catching fades, put your ass next to the sun Take your lemonade, made that b***h look like a plum (What the hell?) Money different shade, rainbow, it's a punk All my money blue, think it's sad, need a hug (Bee) Even though she love me, show that b***h no love (Show that b***h no lovе) I don't give a ****, ****, ****, ****, **** (I swear to God) Thesе blood diamonds on my neck, R.I.P. Hutch (R.I.P. Hutch) Only time I sip on DeLeón, I'm with Puff Orange, white, pink like the hair on Lil Pump (Huh?) Two girls, one me, feel I'm getting ambushed (Gettin' ambushed) Call me King Bait, nigga, I just be playin' dumb (Just be playin' dumb) You ain't worth my dap, give your ass a fist bump (Nigga) B***h don't wanna leave, that's why I don't like havin' her come (Damn) Earl Sweatshirt, b***h, I don't want no haircut (Want no haircut) [Chorus] I'm rich, no duh (No duh) B***h, I'm the plug (B***h, I'm the plug) Blick in the club (Blick in it) Switch on the gun Flinch if you want Rrr, now he done [Verse 2] I don't do cuff, pass the b***h to my brother (Yeah) This oop came from James, boy, I'm Clinton Capella (Don't talk) I made a new handshake for me and the bank teller (Yeah) My play a hundred mil', let me know if you really with it (Let me know) Right now, I can't talk, I'm on a jet eating chicken tenders (Nah) I can't even get them boys to stop while they spin-a-binnin' You know he probably fake if he say he a real nigga (Know he probably fake as hell) You know my cup so dark, man, that b***h a lil' cotton picker (Nah, man) Switchy on that b***h, spit like it's eatin' watermelon Diamonds on a nigga, camera flashin', it blind a nigga I ain't ever signed, got the money to sign a nigga (Swear to God) Geeked right now, got Scotty with me [Chorus] B***h, you know I'm rich, no duh B***h, I'm the plug Blick in the club Switch on the gun Expensive-ass cup Bad b***h, no cuff
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