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Better keep your hand on the swivel, nigga might catch a strap
Fuck about that shit long as I be gettin' payed
No, I got that dope and racks all on the table
Don't push me, I've been on the edge
They say that dope too loud, fuck it, call the feds
Got a hunnid thousand dollars on my fuckin' neck
Say what you want, nigga, I got to that check

I can see that she my fetish, she gon' move it like some jello
Tell me what you need, red bottoms or stilettos
We gon' ride this shit, hands up in the air, ok
We gon' ride this shit, grams for you, I got ammo
Bands, retarded, hands, my body
Take that dose, chill, I got it
She be outside of that club talkin' about "carry me"
I can't save that bitch, I don't think she hear me