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EarDrummers Yeah, ice everything, I need a figure skater Eating five-star meals, tipping waiters PJ, skip commercial flights, that's no delaying I had too many guests, my neighbors start complaining Sun beaming, my chains jingling, I'm chinky (chink) Bitch so pink, broke hoes freak me B.Y.O.B., can't backwash in my drinks Missed it if you blink, smell the purp, she wink Bad bitches R.S.V.P Yes, I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times) Mamma mia, I didn't even see her New six-seater, see ya, would not wanna be ya When I land in the sand, where's my greeter? Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina Grab up hands, switch hands, don't just linger Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer Eating clams, rolling grams The con man has other plans Helipad, dizzy by the time I land Helipad, I'm so done with first class With a bag and a baddie like Selena Mamma mia, cash flipping, tortilla SongtexteThrough the path, to the stash where I post I go via Sprinter or limousine-a Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya So much dough, we hopped in the pizzeria It's all good 'cause I'm smoking aloe vera Next Top Model give me brain like Neutrogena Don't just tear up, won't scream Ike and Tina New Pagani and that big line greener Through a smoke screen, they don't even see us Kick my feet up, if they bust down, hoe, just sleaze up When we got up out that slump, the grass was greener Girls cheerleading, when they score, they try to cheat us Wife-beaters and I'm sippin' Titos Can't you tell? That she was my niño New moscino (check), I'll take that on DeeBo (gimme that) Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm CeeLo (yes!) Pardon my ego (hey), they won't jack my SteeLo (ain't no way!) Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let's do it) Say she fuck with the Sremms, she want G-Lo (woah) Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I'm in beast mode (beast mode, beast mode) Rock & Roll Hall of Fame like Mick Jagger (yeah, yeah) R.I.P them but bet, we still counting badges (faster) Diamond rings on my finger, I'm a bachelor (I'm a bachelor) College dropout, got the money, that's my masters (fuck it, ayy) Mamma mia (hey), tu eres bonita (woo, woo) Nothing but divas (divas), up in my cocina (yeah, yeah) Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo) I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm) When I land in the sand, where's my greeter? Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina Grab up hands, switch hands, don't just linger Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer Eating clams, rolling grams The conman has other plans Helipad, dizzy by the time I land Helipad, I'm so done with first class Aus Songtexte Mania