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Back out, with the mac out

I was in the booth with the strap out

Card swiping, can't max out

I was spending till my pockets passed out

Y'all living in a glass house now, I'm in a stack house

My s**t don't get too relatable

Ain't no debating the greatest with tracks out

Double C, Double C, she want Chanel, Prada, Louis V

Cup full of red, no Hi-C, want the girl, then pay the fee

She want a n***a that's icy, neck on 32 degrees

That n***a wanna be like me, I can't make no enemies