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They wouldn't give me a thousand dollars in the ATM I had to get... eight hundred is their limit And I didn't want all these twenties I wanted hundred dollar bills Turning through the hills with the brights on Shorty want the pipe with the lights on Told her that we'd vibe if she ride to my fight song Got a lot of plans for tonight and the night long I just waved bye bye bye to the life I knew I can't stay high tide, what I rightful do Would ya say my genres right for you No right to choose I write the tune and did it anyway She be bouncing on me crazy like a featherweight Made her go 'woah' like a renegade She take it in slow, then we roll, then we medicate She know that it's real I'm designed like a heavyweight OK I need my pick of the Wraith or the Ghost I mailed my last invitation by post I'm taking flights from the coast to the coast Just to give her the Delta while sitting in coach F*ck with me Got the vax and I paid my penny Rigged the stacks, and then I came back winning And I can't remain in these these fake ass cities Who am I kidding Get a defender together Get a developer ready Get it to Ed, Edd, and Eddy It's not offending me any Get back to sending Miami city til I Drop I been getting caught, sitting round talking my shit This is the tip of the iceberg This just the tip of my dick Ask if she drinks at my table Ask why's she late to the crib Ugh Ask her if she is familiar with all the taste of my kids Man this got crazy He got the big forehead He's serving it up like he live in the wild He got the persona I'm getting uneasy He shooting a vid in the jail and he's stylin Wasn't he wildin out Getting sushi with people that leeching the time with him Right bout the time that they doubted him Muddy waters and I'm diving in Yeah Sicko mode'in my dear Roll up to the Micky Ds Like "you know why I'm here" Hey I am not starting no trouble Unless it is coming to me All limitations can go home All invitations are coming to me Your version of a bad bitch Look like cabbage patch Complexion like a dab of ranch Collectin bills in plastic bags She ran up my tab She go grabbing her bag The birds and the bees In the back of the cab The bigger the dreams The bigger the man