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Yeah (Ooh, no)
Yeah, yeah (Ooh, no)
Tell me (Ooh, no)
Say (Ooh, no)
Yeah
Moncler coat 'cause I'm the coldest out
I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
12 bend the corner, me and the dogs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you racking, big gold Pateks, rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist just like my main bitch toes
I caught a cough off of the Benz, that one, it was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back
Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why I love 'em brats
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I told it to my dawgs, I taught 'em fish
**** all the opps, they can't see shit like this
I ****ed her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock', this ain't no red
Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh, she rockin' big aces
A pussy nigga wish that he could trade places
I told a nigga, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Maison"
I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze
One-fifty for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pine cone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home
I been countin' money all night long
I told my dawgs we can't fall off no more
I used to walk down, I'm buyin' out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a Barbie
Yeah, yeah