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No matter which way this shit go

You know I'm gon' always need more

A real nigga stepped in the door

Rich nigga I'd never be poor

Watch your mouth, for I clean it with soap

Lamborghini , might cop me a boat

Not a purse, but I'm rockin' a tote

Go and get it, can't sit down and mope

Can't do crumbs, cause we want the whole loaf

Give you word like I might be the Pope

Fuck the law, I might lie under oath,

Big platter, I ain't eatin' no Oaks

Chicago lil' bitch, she come from the O

Angel lil' bitch, so, it's white on her toes

Spoil lil' mama, I can't tell her no,

Broke niggas loud, so I gotta keep it low

Low

She say that I'm one of a kind

He broke, so I pay him no mind

Give her money, I can't give her time

Go and get it, that just bottom line

Pass the rock like I'm Rondo with 9

On her bumper, her lil' mama, she fine

Dapped him up, now that boy think he slime

I'm not mean, but that bitch not my kind

I'm a man, so I look in his eyes

It get real, so I see through them lies

I'm a winner, so this is my prize

I'ma listen, ain't got too much pride

In the middle, you gotta pick a side

In my city, too much talent died

I'm the pilot, cause they say I'm fly

If she gay, bet that cash turn her Bi

If she leavin', I swear I won't sweat her

Cause I know she ain't findin' no better

Love the fam, cause we gon' stick together

My heart cold like it's covered in leather

Her ass soft like it's covered in feathers

These Rick Owens ain't rockin' my Margiela

Keep it cool, but I know that they jealous

Up in Smoothie king work with Marcellus

Switch it up, I might rock Parry Ellis

Think I'm cool, she wanna chill with the fellas

Get a deal, I might sign Rockefeller

My new crib, it might come with a cellar

Rolls Royce and it come with umbrella

Hot outside but I'm rockin' a sweater

How I hit her, that same day I met her? I'm a genius, they say that I'm clever

Clever