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I might not keep up the rhyme I'm the type of nigga who f*ck your bitch Then I shit on you Lotta niggas don't like to spend they money We love to spend our money We can't take none of this shit with us We do this Yeah, we doin' this, huh Gettin' some money, we doin' this, huh I don't do no wrongs I'm so tough, might call my bitch and tell her we up Tell her we up Yeah, tell her we up Tell her we up Okay, tell her I'm up Yeah, tell her I'm up Yeah, tell her I'm up Yeah, tell her I'm up What do you need from me Gettin' my money, I'm keepin' so quiet I'm the type of nigga who f*ck your bitch Then I dip Bought a Dior, Cologne, steppin' a party Nigga, I smell so good Look at my diamonds they shinin' on you I'm the light, I'm takin' your bitch, keepin' a pole On your head, keepin' it tight Ten feet down, nigga, you down