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Pulled up and they was like (holy shit) Suicide doors on the spaceship You gon'let me go deep, could you take it? Coke bottle, you ain't no model It's going up in the Bay, watch the hoes follow Deep dish on them hundred spokes Hop out, play dead, ever seen a ghost? Don't front you want to come to the palace I just put this fit together, I don't need me no stylist Your baby daddy be mad, all this money I'm pilin' And he can't afford to take you on a trip to an island What's he smokin' on, salad? I'm on gas You a sucka', she puttin' you on blast Yeah my car got a chip and it go fast You first place, she told me you don't last And when she with me, she flippin' and throw ass You see before you niggas got low cash You ain't gotta love me, I love myself I'ma have to do the job myself I don't keep it if you don't wanna be kept Bitch you don't love me you love my wealth (x2) I'm in Beverly Hills SongtexteWith a girl named Beverly Trying to feel on her Beverly hills None of you niggas real All y'all fake like cyber skin Meet bitches off the internet, round up my cyber wins My car got WiFi, dammit I'm trying to win I'm doing donuts on the internet, fuck it they cyber spins Walk in the room and they bringin' your idol in Your girl wetter than water spouts when I'm driving my Spyder in Girls be annoying, I don't have the tolerance Drive coupes with the seats that I only let models fit Freshest nigga out there, it's tags I'm poppin' it Attracted to her butt and the girl that's poppin' it See me in your mamma house, sonnin' you up You be like "mom how was your day?" And then I interrupt Like, "damn nigga, in high school you was the man, nigga" "Fuck happened to you?" Hey! You ain't gotta love me, I love myself I'ma have to do the job myself I don't keep it if you don't wanna be kept Bitch you don't love me you love my wealth Aus Songtexte Mania