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Y'all got me drunk as hell, uh Now I been red since I was little like Robin Hood They been hatin' on me, cutting my cable cords They gon' hate on her when she come in Michael Kors Meanwhile, your bitch in the 'Lac, grippin' this wood I want you She went to grabbin' for my jewels, I told her Buy yourself a squad, you get a rollie, rollie She know she can't have it, that shit love my woadie She want to buy him a chinchilla She see you serve foreign country boys from the village Always, I gotta stand her No, she don't want nobody to eat but her She but like fuck them digits, stack them digits Cut them then we benefit, cut them then we send them into She ride three deep with molly in the middle Put Micky Thompsons all on my Jeep Ain't got no handprints on my golds, they all on my seat Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me Bitches know it's time out They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out!

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[Verse 1: Pusha T] They think that they know, something 'bout my life Not in the same class, not on the same flight Maybe the same club, just not the same lights Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night You just took her phone number I just took her home with a- 'Nother bitch, ménage Boomerang, Strange' Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y) Your hijo - pequeño, my nachos - bel grande Stay sippin' that André Spent 3 stacks - that's André That Balmain, that Phillip Lim They say I'm dressing like Kanye I'm everything that my rhymes say: Breadwinner, brand owner Play Cloths, millionaire Trendsetter, landowner Hope your bitch don't land on him Drink in his hand with the sand on him You small time - you Hyundai's Y'all couch niggas - we stand on em Dope money with a band on it Half gold, we got a hand on it D-boys still ball the same Just gotta little bit of glam on it YAH!

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