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Yea okay yea lets go Na na na na na na Yea okay yea lets go Na na na Okay rip that flip that Split that get one in I just hopped out the coupe New CLA hop in that benz Im so fly im in the wind Fucked yo bitch and she a ten Cartier all on my lense I stay down my toes on ten Too much money I cant spend I cant loose boy ima win Its a party let em in She gon strip for me full send Prada sneaks don't rock no vans Im too real I cant pretend She tryna fuck and im like when Tell yo hoe to bring a friend yea yea Bring a friend Eighteen tryna get to the bag Too rich so I can not be sad More hoes tryna make me a dad Sports mode in the whip do the dash Take off in the whip im gone Two shots of the hen no patron Two glocks I feel like al Capone Two shots send that lil nigga home Trap hard I take care of the bricks Two bands I can make that shit flip My gang to your boys to a lick Two bitches fight for me Michael vick I got no plans now I just wanna count my bands now bad lil hoe from japan now We hit up saks we cash out I put that hoe In some dolce She wanna hop in the rolls aye I scream when I drive I got road rage Kay came with a beam and he don't play These niggas be actors like roll play Roll roll roll you niggas is actors like roll play Roll okay go Okay rip that flip that Split that get one in I just hopped out the coupe New CLA hop in that benz Im so fly im in the wind Fucked yo bitch and she a ten Cartier all on my lense I stay down my toes on ten Too much money I cant spend I cant loose boy ima win Its a party let em in She gon strip for me full send Prada sneaks don't rock no vans Im too real I cant pretend She tryna fuck and im like when Tell yo hoe to bring a friend yea yea Bring a friend Trapping the pack make it back by my lonely That nigga snitched but you call him yo homie Ha boy you phony Yo wifey a bop nigga look how she on me Box a nigga for the low like a present That nigga broke he cant stand in my presence Pray that one day ima make it to heaven You touch one my brothers I promise we stepping Moncler on my chest She said im the best Better than the rest Boy I keep a teach like a ref if a nigga talk down he getting stretched That's on gang Smoke weed for all the stress Helmut lang all on my chest Boy I spent a check And if a nigga aint right then you know the lil nigga get left Yea okay You got all my love Can we stay in touch No we cant break up Girl that's not an option Oh no no no no no no no Okay rip that flip that Split that get one in I just hopped out the coupe New CLA hop in that benz Im so fly im in the wind Fucked yo bitch and she a ten Cartier all on my lense I stay down my toes on ten Too much money I cant spend I cant loose boy ima win Its a party let em in She gon strip for me full send Prada sneaks don't rock no vans Im too real I cant pretend She tryna fuck and im like when Tell yo hoe to bring a friend yea yea Bring a friend