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Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A hundred mil, Copperfield
David Copperfield, Copperfield

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, Copperfield
David Copperfield, David

Could you that ho, could you blame that bitch?
Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me that's gon' that dick
Like to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean
low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean
Still money over hoes
Got YSL on my
And blood on my sneakers
Nigga, you hating on me, she
And I ain't your girl she rode
My stick-shift she
Did everything that she to
I pulled my out and she posed
And I was like, got
Drop that, pop
Got the top on the drop back, I'm back
And the Glock at the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at where the watch at, stop
Could you cop Not that
I'm light send the mob at, dime I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all niggas 'bout that, 'bout that life!

Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A mil, David Copperfield
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, Copperfield
David Copperfield, David

Poof! Nigga fuck your
Fuck your and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad with a nigga
And you know they fuck all night (Right)
And I rock white
rich game pride
I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy
Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy
All long, got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this bitch, man, gon' pop
My hip on Glock, hip on nothing
My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be
Red Cartier, bitch
Red bottoms on her, long as shit (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow ho
And bottles of Spades, nigga
clique self made, nigga

Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A hundred mil, Copperfield
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, Copperfield
David Copperfield, David