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They wouldn't give me a thousand dollars in the ATM
 I had to get... eight hundred is their limit
 And I didn't want all these twenties
 I wanted hundred dollar bills
 Turning through the hills with the brights on
 Shorty want the with the lights on
 Told her that we'd vibe if she ride to my fight song
 Got a lot of plans for tonight and the night long
 I just waved bye bye bye to the life I knew
 I can't stay high tide, what I rightful do
 Would ya say my genres right for you
 No right to choose
 I write the tune and did it anyway
 She be bouncing on me crazy like a featherweight
 Made her go 'woah' like a renegade
 She take it in slow, then we roll, then we medicate
 She know that it's real I'm designed like a heavyweight
 OK
 I need my pick of the Wraith or the Ghost
 I mailed my last invitation by post
 I'm taking flights from the coast to the coast
 Just to give her the Delta while sitting in coach
 With me
 Got the vax and I paid my penny
 Rigged the stacks, and then I came back winning
 And I can't remain in these these fake cities
 Who am I kidding
 Get a defender together
 Get a developer ready
 Get it to Ed, Edd, and Eddy
 It's not offending me any
 Get back to sending Miami city til I
 Drop
 I been getting caught, sitting round talking my
 This is the tip of the iceberg
 This just the tip of my
 Ask if she drinks at my table
 Ask why's she late to the crib
 Ugh
 Ask her if she is familiar
 With all the taste of my
 Man this got crazy
 He got the big forehead
 He's serving it up like he live in the wild
 He got the persona
 I'm getting uneasy
 He shooting a vid in the jail and he's stylin
 Wasn't he wildin out
 Getting sushi with people that leeching the time with him
 Right bout the time that they doubted him
 Muddy waters and I'm diving in
 Yeah
 Sicko mode'in my dear
 Roll up to the Micky Ds
 Like "you know why I'm here"
 Hey
 I am not starting no trouble
 Unless it is coming to me
 All limitations can go home
 All invitations are coming to me
 Your version of a bad
 Look like cabbage patch
 Complexion like a dab of ranch
 Collectin bills in plastic bags
 She ran up my tab
 She go grabbing her bag
 The birds and the bees
 In the back of the cab
 The bigger the dreams
 The bigger the man