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My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes

See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a baby

I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely daisy

Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280

I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'

Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a million

God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid, bitch

You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit

Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God now?

The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your yard now

If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better start now

Forgot to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now

It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell

It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to jail

It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell

I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell

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We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like Transformers

Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and dance for us

You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast

Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast

Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off

My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the game off

Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator

Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper

Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator

Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper

Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators

Million dollar generators, 90 fast investigators

For flashy cars, the prison bars, m

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