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I cop me one, cop me one for my old girl
You think she my newest bitch, she my old
girl
Khalifa, a younger nigga who handle his
Hoes get in my car, ask what the channel is
Boss shit, look that up nigga, I handle biz
On fire, like a candle is
Niggas be dressing off the manikin
Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them
camera's is
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish
friends
Coulda been the President, rather be the
man instead
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin'
like phone numbers
Now when I get paid, my checks be lookin'
like phone numbers
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a
million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin'
millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a
million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin'
millions
Time is money so I went and bought a
Rolex (bought a Rolex)
Time is money so I went and bought a
Rolex (bought a Rolex)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin'
millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a
million)
I'm talkin' millions, nigga I'm talkin'
millions
(You can talk shit bitch, I'm worth a million,
whaaaaaat)
Trae Tha Truth]
I'm in the hood [?]on this something corner
surfing
Float, no water, my trunk is waving, I'm
polar surfing
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Blowing faces, I'm shittin' on them diamond
infested
Time is money, peep the wrist bitch, my
time is invested
I'm still the king and I'm thugged out
Any block any club I flood it out
I ain't the one for competition I'm a blow it
out
I'm going hard I don't ever plan on going
out
I'm getting money, probably something you
don't know about
I stunt hard, you would swear that I was
showin' out
Don't tell me get 'em, I got em and I'm a
throw 'em out
And back door on these hoes that I was
warning out
While I'm in this machine, convert the top
Tell them that the sky is the limit
With a four of freaks, she got her face in
my lap so deep you would think
That she was hiding in it
Shrimp, steak, liquor and pasta
Real shit boi, these niggas imposters
They deserve an Oscar, Kevin Costner
Oh my God sir, what?
I got this and that and everything I want
like I got a hostage, yeh
Countin' 7 digits, no wonder why the money
calling
Got ya bitch panties Niagra fallin'
Dollars cum like I fuck in the bank
I told them I could, they tell me I can't
They want me to trip when I'm d-cking the
paint
I'm poppin' champagne and puffin' on dank
Shining hard, boy, these niggas gotta see
me
My dick hard, your bitch is easy
(Boi, boi, boi)
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