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Smoke exotic
You know that my pack straight gold
I'm sipping boobs know we sippy for sure
Sipping goo now I'm stickier than glue
All these diamonds they don't know why they stoop like they feet
Got gum on the tip of your shoe
Now my stick by I says it
Razor out like boo

Kenzo on my feet
Balenci up on my belt
Bitches be like what's that smell
I tell 'em it's blue Chanel
Woah what's that beat
I gotta turn on FL
She a hoe so I skeet
And then I tell her to bail

Imma ball on the beat
You can tell by the Chanel
Put a star inside the seat
You can tell by the ass they gon' wish you well
I don't wanna roll three
I roll with a King Size or better
Imma bank one hundred pounds till my face goes numb
And it's all fixed with smiles for the teller

Yea my pockets filled with money
They feel like one hundred pounds
You was talking shit
I unloaded one hundred rounds
I ain't even signed
So much money I can't count
Yeah it's like
One two three four bands
Cashing out

I'm a motherfucking hound
And I got my dogs around me
Got my niggas around me
I'm still anxious feel surrounded
Sonning all these niggas
Like bitch you grounded
Bitch I'm stunting all these figures
I'm so fly up off the ground bitch

I'm a motherfucking hound
And I got my dogs around me
Got my niggas around me
I'm still anxious feel surrounded
Sonning all these niggas
Like bitch you grounded
Bitch I'm stunting all these figures
I'm so fly up off the ground bitch

Imma ball on the beat
You can tell by the Chanel
Put a star inside the seat
You can tell by the ass they gon' wish you well
I don't wanna roll three
I roll with a King Size or better



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Writer(s): Juno X Ydl
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