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Oil Money Gang (CDQ)

Uh, Mastermind

It's going further my nigga

It ain't even about being a dope boy my nigga

We talking oil money, oil money, yeahIt's amazing to be alive when niggas wants you to die

Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in their eyes

I'mma stunt harder, I'mma shop more

Black bell boy, Persian rugs at the door

Giving niggas jobs, living like the mob

A scotch in the soda anastasia.com

People talking 'bout me, say I got a body

Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby?

Big four-fifths spliffs at the boat split

Tip toein' through the city, Alvin Ailey with a brick

Settin' new milestones, gettin my style on

Down in Coconut Grove where niggas don't smile long

City full of barbarians, wet you like an aquarius

Only beautiful bitches, they tell me the more the merrier

Fascinatin' faces, now it's top jewelers

Pina colada daiquiris Fontainebleau on a Tuesday

Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Segal

Only fat nigga in vintage Moschino

Attempted murder, I refuse to exile

So it's club LIV til I'm exed out

A gold casket my final request

Bangin' at em like my child they want molest

Therefore I pray I live a hundred years

Be a crutch for my kids all through their wonder years

Oil money fuck up a hundred mill

That's just a yacht and a crib, nigga dying to live

Champagne, spillin' the opulence

Side bitches remain anonymous

Got a condo on Collins, another on Sunny Isle

Makin sure you get around cause these niggas will gun you down

Got my daughter a Fendi purse then I took her to Disney World

All I give her is game, digesting my every word

Tired and chartered a plane, oil money the game

Classics stay on my feet, Double M on my chain

All I think is about oil money

These niggas barely gettin' tour moneyIt's gonna be aight, it's gonna be aight

Don't even worry 'bout nothing

Gon' talk that shit for a minute

Put the dutch out, light a cuban up

Dim the lights if you want, cause we already shinin'

You know? yeah

Tryna get a grip, but you just can't clutch it

When the money is in the circle, the squares can't touch it

Reaping the benefits from the years that we suffered

If they dont know nothin' else they know I'm not to be fucked with

Chillin' on the deck, brainstorming on the check

You don't see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette

Keep your ho still 'fore I nail her

Money on my mind while I hold still for the tailor

Three man weave, I dump it off to the trailer

If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sealer

We pop bottles, have the shots of the tequila

Might see me in something you can't cop from the dealer

Probably gon' rang, Gareth Pugh and Belstaff

Work coming in, I sit on some and sell half

Made it to the top over night, that's why you fell fast

Best head I got in my life, for a Chanel bag

This is heaven on earth shit, give me my hell pass

Niggas tryna copy my style, but they don't sell swag

Nah, vacationing on in the Maldives

Room service come to you on a boat, child please

Don't get me confused though, cause I'll squeeze

Niggas know I get huge dough and wild k's

I will forever cash in

Oil money mean the wealth's everlasting

What?

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