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Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Damn, this shit sound crazy right now Uh This shit sound like a Saab This shit sound like the mob Sound like hundred dollar bills in a wad Sound like your shit a motherfucking façade Sound like you ain't really comfortable with who you are Sound like your bitch finna get up in my car Running low on killer, finna run get another jar I got trees at the studio crib, so I ain't gotta run far We own all the houses on the block I'm my own next-door neighbor now Stack that paper up and found the sole way out Turned a loose sheet of paper to a wrap and used it like a treasure map Follow the steps, get a Rolex out of that Flyеr than the feather in my unclе hat Pull up, lay my Chevy down flat, but you know where I'm at You ain't coming 'round here, black Get washed, the laundromat Arnold, that's my homie, we go way back Told me not to let no squares derail me off that money train, I must maintain, stay on track All my partners got they own pack Crazy how weed is the legal track SongtexteAnd the stock market is digital cash Get it now or be left NFT, the untouchable cash cow I'm finna mash out like right now Nigga got the Superman-colored Porsche outside Shit is super vibey Sounds like I'm the shit and you ain't the shit Sounds like the 23 coupe, still paint the shit Sounds like I could blow dank in the bank and shit Sounds like your big homie salutes, I'm outranking him Sounds like I got a couple spots, make a couple M's Sounds like I'm the alpha wolf in the fucking den Sounds like I'm a made man, nigga, fuck the pen Sounds like another form of drip, you could feel the Zen Sounds like smoking on the yacht just to feel the wind Linen shit, loafers laced I don't play poker, fuck a poker face Eyes probably closed, that's a smokers face Nigga, you could smoke an eighth Smoke a half, smoke a zip We be on that Sosa shit Probably bored of most of it Nigga, that's a fact, you say no cap, think a salary I can just snap, my man'll clap, that's a battery Niggas stole my style, I ain't mad, that is flattery Niggas talking tough, I don't listen, that is chattery Oops, I mean chattering Think about your spine if it's shattering Think about your mind if it's splattering We don't give a fuck about your family at the gathering I was in the tub with the French soap, lathering Probably in the McLaren riding up Madison Ha, this that Ghost and that Spitta shit Yeah, this that real, real nigga shit What? We'll return after these messages Gee, I never realized there's so many radio stations Yeah, but where's the rock? It's where it's always been, on FM 100 WRNO Aus Songtexte Mania