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Motherfuckers thought had it on lock
I tell them open the
A ho a ho, I put a ho in her
show me love all the time
Motherfucker it ain't to rhyme
Got my tax cracking filling W9's out
It's my
I was in the pro's, you was at the tryouts
Tell coach to put your ass at timeout
It is what it is and it be it be (oh yeah)
Pimpin' easy, leave it to me (oh yeah)
Mommy, I don't need a ho, why I keep her though
She got bong-ba-bong-bong like how the speakers go
Kick it on the FIFA
We with a Jedi, on my left side I got C-3PO
Do it big, keep it low, that I'm a genius though
Why I'm in line at the like Emilio!
Sit at home, alone, Vic Damone, money talk
This is mine, get own, this the fuckin' money shot

Benz coupe, Dickies suit
You lied if you say I ain't the at what I do
I high, halfway shut eyes when I came through
Comfortably dressed, it's the sultan of
Boardin' the jet, on to collect the check
Give these boys somethin' to respect
You can be the man on somebody set
No baby steps, I like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
We tryna have now and next, everybody eat
what I'm tryna see
Do it better than I done it
Don't just me, I'm not the one to try to be
I'm watching you too, I you to inspire me
Fool this is true, I don't even lie to sleep
No time, I take naps flights
Even though it don't seem right, no
Dollar signs all night in my
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