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(Uh huh) Riding 'round town with a boatload
 Crib on the top floor also and I'm with a new ho also
 Ain't looking for new friends, I'm tryna run me up a new bag
 I do it myself and my two hands, I wasn't employed, freelanced
 I'm knowing she looking for romance,
 keeping my distance, yeah, this a new whip also
 Ain't taking no lip also, Draco one hundred clip also
 Ain't tripping on past hoes, dripping that rose on white gold
 SIs, we ain't rocking those and them
 slow whips, we ain't riding them bitches
 Hoes choosing,
 niggas hiding they bitches, my green room, they finding bitches
 My show in a minute but I got a few
 minutes here with you, what you tryna do?
 Security escort you, ain't tryna be rude, ayy
 High as the price of a gallon of fuel,
 I had that Bimmer in back of my school
 Wet up my neck like I fell in pool,
 I got more bread than a section in Jewels-Osco
 She don't get shit although that ass fat also
 I'm nailing bitches, y'all know, y'all probably family also
 Six piece straight from Uncle Remus, I just got back to the 'Go
 Loft downtown decked, I just need a Picasso
 TEC filled, I just checked, get to clapping, no bravo
 With some pretty ghetto bitches, we just made a new porno
 They in Fashion Nova shit, I'm in Ferragamo though
 (Uh huh) Riding 'round town with a boatload
 Crib on the top floor also and I'm with a new ho also
 Ain't looking for new friends, I'm tryna run me up a new bag
 I do it myself and my two hands, I wasn't employed, freelanced
 I'm knowing she looking for romance,
 keeping my distance, yeah, this a new whip also
 Ain't taking no lip also, Draco one hundred clip also
 Ain't tripping on past hoes, dripping that rose on white gold
 SIs, we ain't rocking those and them
 slow whips, we ain't riding them bitches
 Uh uh, for real I ain't, what I pull out, a bitch'll faint
 Send a ho off, that shit could wait,
 neck getting sore, my charm a weight
 Your life in my hands, it's a call away, early dismiss you, half a day
 XD pistol, half your face,
 won't hit your bitch, I don't like your taste
 Ayy, facts, facts, sticking to cash, super glue
 Balancing that like a hula hoop, dripping, I tipped over my canoe
 Don't tie her down, I'ma let her loose, crazy, put me in a institute
 About money, marijuana, and women too,
 ain't one of them, it ain't getting through (Honcho, Honcho, Honcho)
 (Uh huh) Riding 'round town with a boatload
 Crib on the top floor also and I'm with a new ho also
 Ain't looking for new friends, I'm tryna run me up a new bag
 I do it myself and my two hands, I wasn't employed, freelanced
 I'm knowing she looking for romance,
 keeping my distance, yeah, this a new whip also
 Ain't taking no lip also, Draco one hundred clip also
 Ain't tripping on past hoes, dripping that rose on white gold
 SIs, we ain't rocking those and them
 slow whips, we ain't riding them bitches

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02:29
Key
2
Tempo
154 BPM

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