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    All-white bitch to match my all-white Louies
    Millionaire frames hand-made; I'm just coolin'
    Kid so fly say it shines like a movement
    Bitch say I party hard, told her I make movies
    Popcorn kush: no strings on ya coochie
    Pop a DVD in, rollin, cruisin'
    Yeah yeah... yeah, up there, swear
    Wristwear cold, chande-lier

    You see me? I see me too!
    Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!
    We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos
    Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!
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    Whole 'lotta white equal a whole 'lotta riches
    Whole 'lotta jew-els, I bought these for these bitches
    Rocko Beckham: I know how to kick it!
    Finessed you, babe? I'm sorry, like Vinny "I ain't in it"
    Reign hell on these bitches, got plenty I'm like Tiger
    That nigga say he hot as me? Lil' buddy a liar!
    Jump out that new Jaguar, superjump my kayer
    P Zero Nero, gon' pump up my tires
    Rocko Dinero: I'm all about dinero
    You know I keep that heat on me, no way you can creep on me
    They was sleepin' on me, but now they workin for me
    You see me? I see me too, bitch you can't ignore me

    You see me? I see me too!
    Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!
    We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos
    Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!
    Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!
    Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!
    Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Yeah... Yeah!
    Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!

    Mix-match my ice like I mix-match my hogs
    Black, yellow, white: I change 'em up like I change clothes
    Don Corleone no cover for my eyesight
    Everything black: boutta kill niggas on sight
    Everything fly: boutta take flight outta sight
    Bad bitch my type, two dykes, two nights
    Two rights, can't deal Future no wrongs
    ReRock stone like Fred Flintstone
    Drinkin on lean: two cups styrofoam
    Two phones, I can't take these home
    Cause too many bitches wanna call my phone
    Leave me alone while I get my lean on
    Blowin' on strong, sippin on 'tron
    Throwin up money, rippin my zone

    You see me? I see me too!
    Wristwear cold, bad bitches on me too!
    We don't do no one-on-ones: we fuck'em by the twos
    Boy, you just got on one chain, you know we rock like two-o... Yeah!
    Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!
    Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!
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    Yeah Yeah... Yeah! Yeah Yeah... Yeah!

    Song details

    Composition: 2 Chainz, Nayvadius Wilburn, David James Morse, and Michael J. Givens

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