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I got my new girl designer, you dig BB belt got my zombie walking just like a crip, yeah You can hear the money in my voice, for real, yeah Tryna get lucky tonight like Pharrell Hm, hm, hm, she likes Chanel Birkin bag and the Fendi on her belt Hm, hm, hm, she likes Chanel Birkin bag and the Fendi on her belt Pretty boys making Range Rover music, yeah I heard you laughing at my pain, what's so amusing Yeah, said she done with me but she came back like a boomerang Oh my life right now is like a movie, man And even times that I thought that I'm outta here I got my past creeping in, like wassup, yeah But this new girl hot like a wasabi, yeah Eating up between her legs like it was caviar Got a bag in Afghanistan, moving out of Pakistan It's a movie 'cause I'm stacking, man-a movie 'cause I'm fracking, man I know that you ain't happy with me, that's why I gotta go and get it Cutting ties with old friends, my enemies with no amends Old hoes coming back, new hoes getting sad Fake homies happy for me, real niggas pushing with me Nigga can't be mad that I'm out here doing everything you wish you did While you were out here posting candles I was trapping so hard with real battles I got a duffle bag right now, my money really from a saddle Thank God that I went through all the nonsense that I did Otherwise I would have not have been this, king