Yeah, turn the lights on
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Yeah, turn the lights on
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Yeah, turn the lights on
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Turn the lights on
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up (Maybach) and these niggas be letting 'em
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These hoes be acting up
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And these niggas be letting 'em
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I crushed them hoes, I never loved them hoes
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And these niggas be sweating 'em
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Cause I run shit, like Edgerrin
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Or better yet, like Rev and them
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And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man
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And I ain’t talking 'bout no damn Meth and them
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Stay Louis Vuitton and I super grind
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VS stones, they super shine
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I pop a Perc, I get super high
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And I drill your bitch, root canal
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I rock Tom Ford, Concords
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And I shine on these dime whores
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This bitch done bought me a Rolex
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And I still ain’t got no time for her
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These hoes be acting up
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These niggas be acting tough
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I’m in the Phantom, I’m backing up
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And I’m bust down but I’m strapped as fuck
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So hold your horses, Polo horses
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Aston Martin, we roll in Royces
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Real niggas up in the building
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Them hoes choose us, ain’t no more choices
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em
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These niggas be letting 'em, these niggas be letting 'em
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These niggas be letting 'em, and me, I don’t be sweating 'em
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em, yeah
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These hoes be acting up
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See, me, I don’t practice much
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Gold albums from the word of mouth
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Gold bottles in the back of us
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These Jones be broke as fuck
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Too uptight, they won’t open up
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She got her arms folded even on the phone
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I’m like what the fuck is she here for?
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These hoes be acting up
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These niggas keep wifing them
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Please homie, got me cracking up
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Never spent one more than a night with her
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These hoes be a fucking joke
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They’ll never say a nigga didn’t warn you though
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Cause you can hit my phone like four in the morning
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And I be like, hah, I told you so, word
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em
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These niggas be letting 'em, these niggas be letting 'em
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These niggas be letting 'em, and me, I don’t be sweating 'em
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em, yeah
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These hoes be acting up
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Big bread we racking up
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Straight to the bank, cee-lo
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Cancel that bitch like Nino
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Ratchet ass ho, don’t play with me
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Want to Kobe me, want to Humphrey me
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Want to Michael me, Russell me
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Take me to the bank and Tiger me
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Now these hoes be acting up
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These clothes ten stacks and up
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These cars 100 racks and up
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These drums 100 rounds and up
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Bitch, blow me, like a, trumpet
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Twenty, thousand, all in, hundreds
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Fuck it, money, money, money
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Money, money, money (ah!) hah
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em
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These niggas be letting 'em, these niggas be letting 'em
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These niggas be letting 'em, and me, I don’t be sweating 'em
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These hoes be acting up, these hoes be acting up
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These hoes be acting up, and these niggas be letting 'em, yeah |