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    (Check the score)
    Hah, yeah
    (Gangsa Grizzillz)
    Back on Dexter
    KD (what up, nigga?)
    Let's kick this shit, Joe
    Shout to Coach Me Joey (what up?)

    Graduated class at boss school, I got that degree (woo)
    I been on my chill shit today, I'm rockin' Gallery
    Meditate with money in my hand, stop distractin' me (ayy)
    I'm not no A&R, I ain't tryna hear you rap to me (get the fuck on)

    Bitch, I ain't your nigga, quit harrassing me (get the fuck on)
    Everything a hater say get back to me (hah)
    I'm about to say a joke, don't laugh at me (don't laugh)
    I heard Joey goin' broke, that's blasphemy

    Rollies don't tick, that's a false alarm, nigga (ayy)
    Diamond link hittin', that's without the charm with it (that's right)
    Ferrari so fast through the whole bar, nigga
    Nigga, I got hypothermia, you see my arm glistenin' (ayy)

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    I done bought so many kits, nigga, add me up (add me up)
    I'll treat a Barbie like a Cynthia
    Piston game courtside, Mason, flick me up (flick me up)
    You finally got your first ten, this my hundredth one

    I'm in Florida for a good time, tearin' down Weston (ayy)
    Ain't no flash sale, let me cash that collection, ayy
    Put my lil' sister on my tab, we ain't separate (nope)
    Havin' receipt wars with my friends, we be flexin'

    When that drop-top G Wagen drop, I'm tryna cash one
    Naw, bro, that's mine, you gon' have to catch the next one
    That shit don't even come in AMG, I need the fast one
    I'ma paint mine rose gold and have the best one
    Look, I said Keisha grabbed the white AP and she didn't
    Man, this shit borin', I'ma pass that shit to Kashton when I'm finished (here you go, son)
    It ain't really 'bout the watch, it's really 'bout the boss that's in it
    Joe, who you talkin' to? I was already winnin' (my bad)
    Put a car floor in my crib, fuck a dealership (ayy)
    To catch me in the grocery store, you gotta have a membership
    I can tell you don't like money, you like simple shit
    I can't even bring you in my circle, you be stealin' shit

    Diamonds got the papers like I'm 'bout to get divorced (woo)
    Runnin' through some jewelry, I done turned into a sport (that's right)
    Shuttin' stores down, when I shop, they lock doors
    Your credit score don't even say your number, it say: Poor (your poor ass)
    A nigga whole life be a lie and y'all believe it
    That Urus cool and all, how much they taxin' you to lease it? (How much? Taxin')
    Brag about a bitch that can't even dress decent (what? Ayy)
    Man, I be sittin' back laughin' like Jeezy (dramatic, nigga)

    Fuck wrong with you?
    Fuck outta here
    I keep laughin' at y'all niggas tryna catch up
    That's what you heard, nigga
    What happened?
    I gave you a chance
    Fuck with me

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    Composición: David Jackson, Arkeisha Knight, Joseph Robinson y Christian Hoskins

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