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Huh, huh Yeah, yeah, uh Slidin' in that Audi, weavin' traffic, dodgin' feds (Huh) Hundred thousand dollar tennis bracelet, Roger Fed (Huh) Fully automatic, my lil' bro like, "Roger that" (Yeah) Fully studded Skelly, can't even tell time of day Dead faces, transactions, bag-chasin', madman Rick Owens, fat laces, this shit cost a fat check Bitch, not gon' whack nun', we gon' need a fact check Junya denim, band stuffin', pockets gettin' fat shamed Uh, uh, uh Bitch gettin' tired of buddy, come take one ride in the Cullinan then All different types of money, blues, rеds, this here a colorful spread Wе is not fighting for nothin', put him to bed, we get to tuckin' him in I don't know when the time is right, I'm on the edge, I'm getting stuck in my head I got an assignment for ya: mind yo' business, don't come 'round here again That's a bad idea, big bro tuckin' a fat ass heater I'm a bat outta hell, this right here is a fast two seater It's a bag on me, big ol' pockets on fat, Madea Too stuck in the past, for real, I don't know how to get back from here Make some money, mink coat, look like I'm huntin' some Glow in the dark, two-tone, cost like a hundred some' He ain't makin' it far, just look at the score, I'm 'bout a hunnid up It's, like, three in the morning, I gotta go, you makin' my stomach hurt Slidin' in that Audi, weavin' traffic, dodgin' feds (Huh) Hundred thousand dollar tennis bracelet, Roger Fed (Huh) Fully automatic, my lil' bro like, "Roger that" (Yeah) Fully studded Skelly, can't even tell time of day Dead faces, transactions, bag-chasin', madman Rick Owens, fat laces, this shit cost a fat check Bitch, not gon' whack nun', we gon' need a fact check Junya denim, band stuffin', pockets gettin' fat shamed Uh, uh, uh
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