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Yeah,woah Yeah Yo Yeah Uh, yeah, goyard bag, it cost you some racks Look at my swag, now she drunk like a tap Bitch, you get shocked get take off the map Hop in the Rolls-Royce and there's stars on the roof I'm going fast Man, I'm whippin' this coupe I'm high, as a plane , now I'm geeking' ,i'm booth If a nigga sweat know, the sticks nulling you Yeah, uh, who took my e-mail Uh, talk to my bitch get, uh, talk to my bitch get punched Talk on my name get rang , uh, pop me a 30 rim Zan Uh, my shit tight, no fans, uh, 10 racks up in my hand my hand, woah pop me a 30 rim zan Uh, my shit tight, no fans woah,yeah