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(Cutta we rich) Yeah, yeah, yeah Got her own bag, yeah, I can f*ck with that Hit her one time, she ain't comin' back Yeah, droppin' a Perc dick, I'm the best at that Yeah, pin her legs back, let's have a wrestling match Bitch, yeah, throw them fuckin' racks up in the sky Let him fart on all my freaks, she suck that dick and she ain't shy I been trickin' off, buying that bitch, Chanel, eatin' lobster tail We been stayin' at five-star hotels, shoppin' everywhere Yeah, yeah, I heard it ain't trickin', if you got it Love to trick off on my bitch, she held it down and plus she solid Love to put her up on game, when I slip up, she keep me polished Eat that ass fresh out the shower, then we f*ck for a few hours, ayy Love when she gets dressed, put that shit on, she too hard I ain't trippin' bae, get whatever you want, here just take the card Treat you like the first lady, have you walk around with a guard F*ck them bitches, just let 'em talk, her Chanel purse break they heart Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag Yeah, I can f*ck with that Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag Yeah, I can f*ck with that She bought her watch, you can't take it back Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that She go to school, and she be dancing Yeah, I can f*ck with that She hit the road and she be scamming Yeah, I can f*ck with that I buy her shit, she buy me shit too Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that Every boss need a boss bitch, yeah, I can f*ck with that Pull this Gucci panties to the side, I like to f*ck like that I can make a check when I dream, don't give a f*ck about rap Every time I blink, ching-ching just made a couple bands I'm not in a regular bag, this a duffle bag I think my haters dating now, I made a couple mad My exes in my Texas like I want they ass I think my baby daddy born on St. Patty 'cause he a lucky man Still got the upper hand I can f*ck with that I got a hood pass and passport to match First time he saw this ass, yeah he wanna cuff it Put this ass on the plate, he gon' call it supper Boss bitch, uppin' dog shit, you talk shit Sea sick, lookin' at my chain, you nauseous If my watch break, call a plumber, this bitch a faucet I'm not Drake, it's OVO for you hoes, I think I lost it Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag Yeah, I can f*ck with that Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag Yeah, I can f*ck with that She bought her watch, you can't take it back Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that She go to school, and she be dancing Yeah, I can f*ck with that She hit the road and she be scamming Yeah, I can f*ck with that I buy her shit, she buy me shit too Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that Yeah, I can f*ck with that