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[feat. Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA] [Hook:] You thought you were the only one ballin' You thought you were the only one slabbed out You thought you were the only pimpin' In the V.I with the broads and they ass out You thought you were the only one... Naww playa... You thought you were the only one... Naww playa... [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Now I apply pressure, yessuh, gold on my dresser Effortlessly perfected this pimpin' to the neck up And with it, I can dress up, any pro into a pretzel Figure before she figure more dick might destroy her vessel Mo mo most not the lesser, it's high to my worth Cause the last time I tripped ova pussy was probably at my birth And the last time I didn't pop my trunk was probably at my church But as soon as I left the parking lot, I maxed it out till it burst Wood grain in my wheel, princess cut in my grill Butter fly my steak, shrimp and lobster on chill Do it how I feel, cause doin' what you love won't hurt ya Plus an L7 could never understand the complexity of my circle Or the dynamics of a twerker, or the inner workings of a squirter SongtexteIt's like chemistry with this codeine, two park up, one perker 3 more time that's charm, bad bitch on my arm Come and go as I please, whole world in my palm [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Chocolate-chip cookies on my tray True stoner I get high just as sure as the sun come up to light up the day A real boss up in the game don't have to pay to play We burnin' down come smoke a pound I'm just a flight away I earned the right to say I'm rich off what I write today And stickin' to my cheese like a microwave Broke niggas they don't like us they don't wanna fight Shout out to Max cause you could never ride the wave but me I got the title OG kush in my joint All my niggas on point Ride around reppin' that gang T.G.O.D. come join You niggas do a show there and don't get no love I sell a hundred thousand tickets when I show up They say the game done changed What that mean, you need to change too And stop with all that fuckin' hatin' Cause that's what motherfuckin' lames do [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Rightt The only nigga gettin' money got it down to a science Big nigga, bank teller, think I play for the giants Dead fresh, walk by and get a moment of silence Don't be mad because we livin' dog, be mad at the Mayans Ride in the side In live man the P king Who says hustlers can't be king Krit's got crowns on him bad hoes is bee sting mista Slide the first day Instant upgrade Thompson my jacket Black Label my denims Berry Red my kicks This petty cash that I'm spendin' With the rich folks bout to blend in Got a obsession for this game Bob Lemon Gangsta, hustla Shit I bleed it Keep these niggas heated I don't do reservations I walk in and get seated Best believe it this harlem kids the meanest Trippy stickin' at the table smell the smoke but they don't see it Aus Songtexte Mania