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    Shawty live life lavish (live lavish)
    She ain't fuckin' with no average (she ain't fuckin' with no no)
    I'm in love with the top, I done ran through the guap

    When I walk in, bake it (bake it)
    Top disappear just like magic
    On the go, gotta have it
    Fuck your hoe like a savage
    Fuck your hoe like a savage
    All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
    That's your hoe, why she worryin'?

    Look down at my phone, it's 3am
    And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
    I been up 3 days, there's somethin'
    Bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh
    Look down at my phone, it's 3am
    And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
    I been up 3 days, there's somethin'
    Bout this cash that make me- (brr)

    Now I gotta have it
    Fuck the cash, turn to a savage
    New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion
    Fuck, I might take the bands straight to the casket
    Pull up and send me the addy

    Throw up this cash, watch it fall to the floor
    Sit down in the 8 try the candy
    Pour up a cup, rest in peace to Big Moe
    Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody

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    No-no-no I'm average
    Fuck your hoe like a savage
    All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
    That's your hoe, why she worryin'?

    Look down at my phone, it's 3am
    And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
    I been up 3 days, there's somethin'
    Bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh
    Look down at my phone, it's 3am
    And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh

    I been up 3 days, there's somethin'
    Bout this cash that make me- (brr)
    What it is, tell me what do you feel
    When I get in your face, ain't no talkin'

    Five missed calls ring, no alarm
    Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin'
    Hop in the bed and fuck till' the mornin'

    Give you some head, you running and moaning
    Whole lotta' money, you want it, I'm on it
    Tribulations, murder right at the corner
    I tend for to throw you so much that you can't handle

    Or count at the bottom at random
    Police gave me a case you might handle
    I'ma look like a daughter, I stand up
    Headed to where you be at

    I'ma fall and jump in, and not yet
    I approach and I get in your head
    Bringing up shit that somebody done said
    All this ice, all these carats (ooh)
    That's your hoe, why she worryin'?

    Look down at my phone, it's 3am
    And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
    I been up 3 days, there's somethin'
    Bout this cash that make me fall through-ooh
    Look down at my phone, it's 3am
    And all these missed calls came from you, you-ooh
    I been up 3 days, there's somethin'
    Bout this cash that make me- (brr)

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