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We in the air, soon as the check clear, we don't even care Bring her here, let the top down, 2-6 with no rear In the trunk where the engin be, that bitch in the mirrior Can't compare to the life I live, they stop and they stare I'm a player, no remote control, good weed in my soul Say I'm old, I feel like I'm young, that's what I been told I done sold hundreds of millions of records cross the globe Diamonds cold, soon as I hop off the plane, all legs unfold Joint already rolled, new crib, got her own Take me out for something to eat then I'm getting dome I'll call you, bitch, don't call me, stop blowing up my phone Instead of beefing with you I rather be alone Ridin' around picking that kush, she out of zone Bitch so bad makin' me wish she had a clone Big ass diamonds look like a flash' when I roll Big ass player, get me that cash then I'm gone I'ma need a bigger bag My niggas need a bigger bag My bitch need a bigger bag Fly private on a plane don't need a mask We in the air, soon as the check clear, we don't even care Bring her here, let the top down, 2-6 with no rear In the trunk where the engin be, that bitch in the mirrior Can't compare to the life I live, they stop and they stare I'm a player, no remote control, good weed in my soul Say I'm old, I feel like I'm young, that's what I been told I done sold hundreds of millions of records cross the globe Diamonds cold, soon as I hop off the plane, all legs unfold Aus Songtexte Mania