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This bitch tryna fuck me for my cash, she done lost her mind

Silencer up on the Glock .30, it won't make a sound

They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh

If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah

Yeah, I got the whip roarin'

This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this

Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling

Rapper say he woke the city up, bitch, I'm snoring

Play it safe, keep it quiet, I don't got nothin' to say

Hit her at my place, when she leave, her contact get erased

I ain't tryna catch a case, but if he keep on starin', I'ma face him

I know that's your bae, but if she keep on starin', I'ma take her

We eat out at Nobu, that's a thousand dollar plate, yeah

I was overseas for tour, I'm back up in the states, yeah

Rollin' up exotic, only thing that keep me sane, yeah

Pull up in that Batmobile, feel like Bruce Wayne, yeah

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