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[Intro] [Hook] Part the Red Sea, and red Louis Vuittons, who the Don? walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you been warned. packin heat like two Lebrons and my crew is strong as Cali Kush and keep ya "Higher than Heavens arms" [Verse 1:Game] Gucci in my closet, part in my head pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head, off with your bitch she offer my head, I offer the dick slip my black card a reception, now we off in the Ritz I'm rollin this kush she coughin and shit freak bitch named Jada, love the locks I gota talk and a kiss. I got my hands behind me head, and she almost splits dick must be good, cause now she in Boston with bricks got a text on my iphone she caught one with my shit offer a ten and she took it cause she far from a snitch hold up my man and her daddy down got a sister in Georgetown paying that tuition so she aint got to be strippin its money, so I aint trippin This bullshit get printed, the banks get scoped out the black cars get rented, my Gucci suit taylored Songtextemy fade get tappered, you get sent to you make of fuckin round with my paper [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] Hard bottom ferragamos IQ too much for mediocre convos I know a fair con note, 3-story condo Ipod shuffle in between Common, Jay Electronica, & Bono our motto the last words of Paul Costelano Nothin but illest paper and bitches for niggas I know smokin cheeba, feeding divas McDonalds all the way in Milano Ashin out cohibas, fuckin in that blue venador the nose like Gonzo let a bitch get a breather and then she's back hittin high notes throwin Louis luggage at dealerships fuck a car note 15's and everything beatin like Harpo rollin purple like harpo, bitches by the car load they wanna see prints, I'm pullin strings like Carlos Santana now we at Magic's, Atlanta wippin Ciroc off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana [Hook] [Verse 3: Game] Kanye with Kim now, Im happy for that nigga disrespect him or his wifey I slap you for that nigga grew up listening to Pac now, Im rappin for that nigga my brother been dead for 20 years, I'm trappin for that nigga God flow, like Push and them, rose Phantom I'm pushing them splitting Louisville Sluggers open put kush in them aint forgot about the twin towers, I blame Bush for them Obama can't speak on it cause the government shushin him thats my nigga though, still stickin figures so one day I be top 5, I can politic with Jigga though I was just trying to blue print myself behind jigga though and all them old dishes yo, bullshit Thibodeau he be where the summer be, I be with a winter coat tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole. I'm out here trying to win penant though never thought I be legendary , but fuck it I'm in it so... [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania