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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pinnacle at the top

Tryna show you how I ball baby

I be driving foreign cars baby

Bring you shopping at the mall baby

I’m just tryna show you off baby

Wanna shoot you to the star baby

Wanna shoot you to the star baby

You are baby

IPhone making money moves

Yea you know I’m tryna make a mil baby

I don’t mean to pop the ceiling in front you

Wanna tell you how I feel baby

Let me know you keep it real, baby

When I slide you hold the steel baby

You already know they deal baby

Please don’t ever fight the feel, baby, yeah, yeah

I’m taking her home cause she seem that she see the Jewelry when I’m flexin'

I’m running it up for me and you, don’t ask me no questions

A lot of niggas try to hate on me but I’m just running up a bag

Three Jane don’t miss a young nigga riding up in a Jag

I cannot trust your word I know that you niggas is fraud

You ain’t gotta rollie at least I don’t got a minute at all

Smoking them moon rocks she said it’s gon send her to mars

Cousin was yesterday, **** her today then I’m gon **** her lil' sister tomorrow

Tryna show you how I ball baby

I be driving foreign cars baby

Bring you shopping at the mall baby

I’m just tryna show you off baby

Wanna shoot you to the star baby

Wanna shoot you to the star baby

You are baby

IPhone making money moves

Yea you know I’m tryna make a mil baby

I don’t mean to pop the ceiling in front you

Wanna tell you how I feel baby

Let me know you keep it real baby

When I slide you hold the steel baby

You already know they deal baby

Please don’t ever fight the feel, baby, yeah, yeah

She be showing me her real colors, yes sometimes I gotta let it go

And sometimes I gotta let her know, chase the bag with me baby

She finessing on these bitches got me feeling like I pass on the daily

Get the dome put them peas with me we going half on a baby

Introduce you to real now you can detect that these niggas is lame

And she know that I’m balling she see the gold Cartier sign on the frame

Rolls Royce without the brain thousand dollar Balmain

Bet you know how it came

Bitch, I do it all for the fortune I don’t do it for the fame

Tryna show you how I ball baby

I be driving foreign cars baby

Bring you shopping at the mall baby

I’m just tryna show you off baby

Wanna shoot you to the star baby

Wanna shoot you to the star baby

You are baby

IPhone making money moves

Yea you know I’m tryna make a mil baby

I don’t mean to pop the ceiling in front you

Wanna tell you how I feel baby

Let me know you keep it real baby

When I slide you hold the steel baby

You already know they deal baby

Please don’t ever fight the feel, baby, yeah, yeah