Yeah, runnin' through the check like *bdtdt*
And hoes blow my phone like *bdtdt*
I pull up like *skrrt* *skrrt*
Diamonds in my errrrs
200 on my *bdtdt*
Gotta ride in frrreigns
Got your hoe like ooh, ooh
Diamonds on my errrrs
I got your hoe mayne, she on go mayne
I got ice all in my chain, like snow mayne
I'm the boss mayne, drinking [?]
Boy I got it, how you want it, order somethin' mayne
[?] 200, run through that cash, 200, [?] havin' [?] 200
London and Bobby 200, get it, I got your bitch and she wit it
Murder scene when I pull up, and she clean when I pull up
Charlie Sheen when I pull up, shoulder lean when I pull up
Flyer than most, play the best seat in the ghost
I got the game on the air
I got that hoe on the choke
Bad bithes on me
I got these hoes on the lean
Couple of racks on my kicks
blood drippin' on my feet
Shouts out to the crew no genre (no genre)
fame'll turn me to a monster
I like Freddie Kruger's sweater, spray it like some shoe protector
Roof just dissaprrrred, I can't take these bitches srrrrus
I fuck your best friend and your best friend
That gon' make us all best friends
Uh, I was countin', they was doubtin'
80, 000 on an Audi
I got hoes, about a thousand
hit a bitch like Ronda Rousey
Bitches all up in they feelings
the head of NASA's in the buildin'
Where the fuck you thought I been?
Bobby Bands ain't got no ceilin's

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