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Okay (Dexter) Dexter (Bankroll got it) Ha, yeah Money on me, on my teeth, ha I keep a .30 on me .30 is right in my jeans I call up Dede you know that he shootin' for free Ha, yeah, he shootin' for me Huh, yeah, that is my twin We get the money, yeah, we win We f*ck a lil' bitch and they twins Yeah, with her friend Ha, ooh, wait, huh I took that bitch on a date I might just bust on her face She want the money, she late, I told her she late Huh, what? The old Dex is back Huh, yeah, a asthma attack (huh) It's on me, baby girl, just relax Ha, yeah, so I'm back here I get a check, no welfare I could've been broke, yeah, that was last year Look at my pockets, them bitches like big ears Ha, (what?) make a wish She look at me, want a kiss Baby girl I do not kiss, bitch Who do you kiss with your lips, miss? (Sorry) sorry, (what?) for my cussin' (my cussin') Ha, I ain't mean all that (that's your lil' cousin?) That's your cousin? He drinkin' Robitussin? All of my kids straight Got rich off of a mixtape My money like 6'8" My chain a brand new Wraith My bitch, she bad today (she bad) Can't f*ck with these niggas, they fake It's Kobe, expensive my steak I had too much on my plate (Woo) yo Dexter Run up, we putting that boy on a stretcher (What?) yo Dexter That pussy was good, I bought her a Lexus Marshall went and got them pints from Texas Break a brick down in the kitchen, I stretch it World is mine, I done already said it Bitch want a bag, but she cannot get it Bitch want a bag, but I tell her forget it Left wrist on baguetti spaghetti Carti' frames, so I see where I'm headed She let me swipe like it's debit or credit Hop out the Lambo' truck Brand new Amiri stuff And I'm poppin' the tags Stay with that cheese on us If she ain't eating up Then I'm dubbin' it fast Tryna to compete with us Little nigga, you don't make no deposits Ran it up when I ran out of options Run it down like, "what's in your wallet?" Came a long way, hittin' stains in the Balmains I'm with Dex, makin' plays like the ball game I don't gotta flex, diamonds hitting from long range Stay with shooters, point him out, and they all aim
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