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Yeah, take some Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty Yeah, yeah My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin' I can't do nothin' with that bitch, the way she flodgin' Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in' Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains Okay if you seen me with her you know she workin' Okay I just spent a quarter mil on purses I have never settled for a bitch that swerves me Oh yeah, oh Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the first whip My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me Purple Act, purple kush, purple percs nigga I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the skirts nigga I wore Balmain way before your church niggas I know Chanel personal work, Celia I know, I'm the GOAT, I know SongtexteAll four my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, just know she stalkin' Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in' I done had my trunk for the whole engine I'm tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million Niggas be plottin', the reason I tote a semi YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys You niggas you stealin' my drip, I'ma need a percentage Just got some head from your bitch, ain't even wanna hit it Mix Hi-Tech red with this Act, I feel like like a chemist Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah slatt business Slime was the first to take me 'cross the border Walked in sack to Saks and spent a quarter Ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler Y'all gon' wanna on go, in that order Me and Bugalow 'bout to go to Bora Bora Rode the four door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse With the fifty stacks in the back on a world tour All these racks, I came a long way from Diadoras I just made one of my bitches take my other bitch some paper out in LA Yeah, I just made one of my girls take my other girl some paper out in LA Told me got me too, wait 'til I arrive Told me have her too, wait 'til I arrive, yeah Oh my God, it's mob ties Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, just know she stalkin' Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in' Aus Songtexte Mania