*Cue sharpie mustache, ski goggles, matching polo zip up/wall, and bad autotune*
YZ x2 (indiscernible) x2
x2 Going ham on your bitch, man this shit is On the couch, in the house, man you Getting all the bread, man this is crazy You know that cardigan and the so fuck you pay me
1: Aint nothing more annoying than the I with the green in the mean, alligators Stay sippin lean, score TD (touchdown) the Raiders Money getting buff Arnold Schwarzenegger for my time, so dont forget to tip the waiter We a bunch of dream-chasers thats about to go (major) Whip looking foreign, through the Himalayas Glock looking crispy, yeah Im a Filet-YAH (No translation available) Bullets look like nuggets, and Im a Chick YA Never been sweet, wed die before we pay up Got some cooking, wipe my oven, ni**as flippin bricks Got some bitches time, my othe--------
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2: Man, she my phone; she say the money on! She say my grown, Im never sober Never party alone, bitch a lover A butter...pussy unknown...???(incoherent mumbling) hit you like a raindrop Money like Pringle chips Money take time, tick I never a snitch And my lips on lip-lock Everybody knockin like we playing knick (?) --- (drop beat)
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3: YZ so de mane, my fan d (?) Aint stopping us You boys at Wendys all ....(incoherent mumbling) I got papers, I got so my trees always grow Got a stripper bitch, cant stand the she say I trained her right, and she loving the stroll (?) Young you do it better, and flyer than I go to the mall, yeah I ball like I been a bitch n---- or know what I cant (incoherent mumbling)..........FINESSE!
YZ...Finesse (x2)
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