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No matter which way this shit go
You know I'm gon' always need more
A real nigga stepped in the door
Rich nigga I'd never be poor
Watch your mouth, for I clean it with soap
Lamborghini, might cop me a boat
Not a purse, but I'm rockin' a tote
Go and get it, can't sit down and mope

Can't do crumbs, cause we want the whole loaf
Give you word like I might be the Pope
Fuck the law, I might lie under oath,
Big platter, I ain't eatin' no Oaks
Chicago lil' bitch, she come from the O
Angel lil' bitch, so, it's white on her toes
Spoil lil' mama, I can't tell her no,
Broke niggas loud, so I gotta keep it low
Low

She say that I'm one of a kind
He broke, so I pay him no mind
Give her money, I can't give her time
Go and get it, that just bottom line
Pass the rock like I'm Rondo with 9
On her bumper, her lil' mama, she fine
Dapped him up, now that boy think he slime
I'm not mean, but that bitch not my kind

I'm a man, so I look in his eyes
It get real, so I see through them lies
I'm a winner, so this is my prize
I'ma listen, ain't got too much pride
In the middle, you gotta pick a side
In my city, too much talent died
I'm the pilot, cause they say I'm fly
If she gay, bet that cash turn her Bi

If she leavin', I swear I won't sweat her
Cause I know she ain't findin' no better
Love the fam, cause we gon' stick together
My heart cold like it's covered in leather
Her ass soft like it's covered in feathers
These Rick Owens ain't rockin' my Margiela
Keep it cool, but I know that they jealous
Up in Smoothie king work with Marcellus

Switch it up, I might rock Parry Ellis
Think I'm cool, she wanna chill with the fellas
Get a deal, I might sign Rockefeller
My new crib, it might come with a cellar
Rolls Royce and it come with umbrella
Hot outside but I'm rockin' a sweater
How I hit her, that same day I met her? I'm a genius, they say that I'm clever
Clever



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Writer(s): Ryan Lowe
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