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Let's play big bank take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I'm in the kitchen
I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here
She got plenty ass
Yeah I love them strippers
In my foreign car got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back
I'm fronting on you niggas
Yeah I love them strippers
First I back back Louie back pack
Where's Paris Hilton Where's Kat Stacks
I'm round four with this ammunition
My camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can't pay attention
Your cutie missing New Edition
Mr Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I call my baby's number
I get a click every time
Every line is dope you can snort it
Working in the pot I can make you do aerobics
I'm haterphobic they mad cause I'm winning
They busy high and catching
Mad cause I'm pinching
All my bitches different
All my diamonds glistening
My weed so loud everybody listen
They say it's for the birds
So I bought a kilo
My Boost Mobile chirping
It must be my amigo
2 Chainz You F**kin' Crazy
Motherf**kas know I'm F**kin' Crazy
F**k wrong with these bitches lately
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me
Bitch I rep that Rich Gang
Where's Stunna Where's Wayne
That's red on my wristband SB Mack Maine
Tell Tyga lookin for this bitch called Blac Chyna
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash
Metapause hot flash
Yes that's why I'm crowned Queen
And I ain't looking for the Prom King
These hoes' career's ain't promising
Killing these bitches crime scene
Oooh that's how a bitch do it
Fifty black trucks gon' follow when I pull up
Dick shit hit you in the chin like a pull up
My door so cocky my door so stuck up
Oooh hop up out the space car
Bitches stay pressed I call them a spacebar
Man I wish a bitch would
Hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could
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