| Two million credit card points on the plastic |
| Finna go, stamp on the Visa, classic |
| My bitches thick, I be slappin' they asses |
| Steppin' on shit, we ain't givin' no passes |
| Turkey bag full of the terps, it's reekin' |
| Fuckin' on fine shit, she Puerto Rican |
| I'm with the plug, I'm havin' a meeting |
| Gettin' the money, I barely be sleepin' |
| Servin' that drank, this shit got me drowsy |
| I'm from the East, I tax out-of-towners |
| I brought the gang, this shit can get rowdy |
| Sellin' these terps and flippin' these houses |
| Stuffin' these racks in Louis V pouches |
| Swipin' for furniture, I get free couches |
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| Duffle with racks, it's heavy as fuck |
| Fine shit with me, she wet as fuck |
| Can't let a ratchet bitch set me up |
| Pops told me ain't no lettin' up |
| I'm swipin' until I'm arrested |
| You know that I'm spikin' my beverage |
| You know that I'm hangin' with felons |
| I'm keepin' a modified weapon |
| I'm swangin' my dough at them, highs and lows |
| Just made a thirty-band play at the lo' |
| Essence and trill to burn up your nose |
| Dropping these hits, no time for hoes |
| Rappin' and scammin', I order up CC's |
| Right out of the studio, I am not new to this |
| Open these racks, I'm makin' this movie clip |
| Totin' that blick, you know I be shootin' shit |
| Cut down the bale this got a shawty |
| Crocodile bags, I spoil my shawty |
| I find me some thick shit when I get horny |
| I'm on a tarmac with Goyard, boarding |
| These niggas sleep while the cred is boomin' |
| Walkin' and bussin' and checkin' the union |
| Bitches DM me, they feelin' my movement |
| You know my MO, I'll wipe institutions |
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| Two million credit card points on the plastic |
| Finna go, stamp on the Visa, classic |
| My bitches thick, I be slappin' they asses |
| Steppin' on shit, we ain't givin' no passes |
| Turkey bag full of the terps, it's reekin' |
| Fuckin' on fine shit, she Puerto Rican |
| I'm with the plug, I'm havin' a meeting |
| Gettin' the money, I barely be sleepin' |
| Servin' that drank, this shit got me drowsy |
| I'm from the East, I tax out-of-towners |
| I brought the gang, this shit can get rowdy |
| Sellin' these terps and flippin' these houses |
| Stuffin' these racks in Louis V pouches |
| Swipin' for furniture, I get free couches |
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