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Lil' shawty on me and she talking about suicide think she talking about a whip yea, is a door Her body on me and she flirtin' with me I know that she wanna come over, come over for more I spent a forty on me and I spent it on wock, no tris yea, thats how I move forward N-no diss but your bitch she a whore Gotta' focus go I gotta' go and get more Yea, I own this shit stacking my money times four Im rocking rick owens, this shit not tom ford I hop out with drip, that shit you can't afford Can't wait till I get my whip, that not a ford I rock-out at my show, I hear them screaming encore And i'm spinning right back and I say, yea of-course And he had a problem I had to go solve it, I hop out with choppas' you know how we do it And you know how we solve it, Im dropping the ice in my cup And I sip until I can't feel no-more Hop out the store with some rick on, I got that shit on, Bad bitch on me and she keep going Tell that lil' hoe imma' keep scoring But, anyways I'm on a different note, Im on a different boat, Im on a different wave, yea And I like the paper-chase, it gives a reason to go get that money go get it, yea She don't like my persona, she don't like me But, that little purse on her bought it ain't cheap, Swear to god she put curses on me in my sleep, And she say she got more trick's up her sleeve And she betting on me and she say she gonna leave, She betting on me, and think Im gonna' keep her, Lil' shawty don't know I might just go and leave her, I paid for this whip, yea I don't look at the meter Lil' shawty on me and she talking about suicide think she talking about a whip yea, is a door Her body on me and she flirtin' with me I know that she wanna come over, come over for more I spent a forty on me and I spent it on wock, no tris yea, thats how I move forward N-no diss but your bitch she a whore Gotta' focus go I gotta' go and get more Yea, I own this shit stacking my money times four Im rocking rick owens, that shit not tom ford I hop out with drip, that shit you can't afford Can't wait till i get my whip, that not a ford I rock-out at my show, I hear them screaming encore And im spinning right back and I say, yea of-course