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Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up
 And she look bad in the maybach truck
 Bubble butt, cost ten, lift it up
 LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue
 Twenty-five hundred, yea we tax for the tuss
 Five percent tint on the wind, it's a must
 Audemars Piguet on my wrist, not much
 Got a couple back home and they picking up dust
 Whole lot of rocks in the bust down
 Went and copped ten then I went and got, psh, I'm up
 Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, want eat me up
 Back of the bach, she a slut
 Pointers on us ain't picking up rust
 Said she want love, but the bitch want lust
 Kam came home, caught a body, then he went
 Got his hit money, went and got rich, like up
 Damn
 I be lookin' like damn what the fuck?
 We pull up in that i8, that roadster, that cullinan
 We gon' pop out in that truck
 Blue tint windows I'm fuckin' it up
 Choppa on me, I'm bussin' it up
 He had made lot of money, then spent it on jewelry
 Now that lil' boy out of luck
 We gon' put that lil' boy in a hearse
 It's like 25 racks for a verse
 Shit like 25 racks for her purse
 Pull out 25 racks, I'ma splurge
 Bitch it's me, give a fuck what you heard
 All this money came in, it ain't hurt
 Like it's london, no tipton, I'm Juice Scotty Pippen
 I fuck 'round and pop me a perc'
 Double cup, styrofoam pour it up
 And she look bad in the maybach truck
 Bubble butt, cost ten lift it up
 LSD tabs sticky stuff on her tongue
 Twenty-five hundred, yea, we tax for the tuss
 Five percent tint on the wind, it's a must
 Audemars Piguet on my wrist, not much
 Got a couple back home, and they picking up dust
 Whole lot of rocks in the bust down
 Went and copped ten, then I went and got, psh, I'm up
 Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, want eat me up
 Back of the bach. she a slut
 Pointers on us ain't picking up rust
 Said she want love, but the bitch want lust
 Kam came home, caught a body, then he went
 Got his hit money, went and got rich, like up