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Yeah, Movie, You know what the f*ck going on we in this bitch Houdinisounds you already know what the f*ck going on, I tell em big bank take little bank Nigga what you talkin' bout Walkin' out da spot I'm finna flex on him, flex on him, You claim you is but you really ain't Someone come & get they mans before I f*ck around & put a check on him, check on him, I got a check on me, Chain around my neck I put baguettes on it, csk me what I make & I won't tell em let em guess on it, Stress on it, What you trippin' bout, Seen her from the trenches let me come over & dig her out, Monkey nuts on da chop, This that Stilpane not the wok, Jap denim on my jeans both my pockets full of knots, Got the telegram jumping that's the motherfuckin' spot, Heading straight up to the top, Came a long way from them crocs, Big bank take little bank, Gettin' it in we ain't come to play, cll my diamonds they real they bussin' in ya face, & these niggas ain't real yeah these niggas they fake, She got poor taste, Shorty a birdie I cannot be stuck in a cage, Run me them ones I want all of the fades, I can't stop until all of my partners are paid, Summer vibes, vibes, Roll another blunt & let's get high, If you wander bout that smell up in the room that's cherry pie, Bitches love me all the same bae I ain't mean to make you cry, I just copped another check I'm finna split it with the guys, I tell em big bank take little bank Nigga what you talkin' bout Walkin' out da spot I'm finna flex on him, flex on him, You claim you is but you really ain't Someone come & get they mans before I f*ck around & put a check on him, check on him,