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Four stones in the ear, D's at the bottom

GA certified before I was GIA certified

Mr. M-In-Cash anytime you see me, you know?

Only a few rappers play a duck to catch a duck, you know?

Trickin' niggas who trickin' niggas, you know?

Supercar-drivin', Gulf Stream-flyin', designer-wearin' golden child, you know?

Wham (Wheezy outta here) let's go

Hoppin' off a plane to a Matchbox, hunnid time platinum, fuck a plaque

Bulletproof the tires, run flat (I'm goin'), cutthroat, I give her one chance (go 'head)

Slut her out and gave her one band (no problem), 25 cars, one man (I pop 'em)

Driveway like a mini dealership (come park it), he went sour, cut the bidness with him (you bold)

Crack smoker, I was livin' with 'em (auntie 'nem), weird hos, I ain't dealin' with 'em (can't see me)

Overseas, they love a real nigga (European), she don't like it, but she deal with it (she stingy)

'Rari's back-to-back, that's tough (two million), hear us 'round the corner, that's us (skrrt)

Puttin' on stuff, best dressed (nighttime), flip phone, black Nike Tech (my kind)

We done-done it all, what's next? (Too picky), Boss Man, name on the checks (big bidness)

First one's come through trim (literally), dipset, Jim Jones baller (big bucker)

Life of a fuckin' hustlerholic (I'm hustlin'), she know not to test me, I'ma call her (hush)

Bro in prison, livin' through a pack (and), farewell, I don't see a scratch (look close)

She ain't mine if she don't got me tatted (no way), OCD, need everything intact (clean up)

Bitches tryna play me like I'm wack (bitch, who?), real P, I bet' not go for that

Ridin' through the trey in all black, pullin' up on Pluto in the six (bird gang)

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