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Say Juicy J must magic, all these invisible sets I put kush in my lungs and seats in my jet I got a gold-plated toilet, my nigga, I'm as shit And I would carry a wallet but all my won't fit I drop the bag in Miami, and Ferragamo'd my A couple of bands for her heels, a couple of for her tits I got money and shooters, don't make me pay for the hit They your ass off the planet like you ain't never exist
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I'm countin' so money, dollar signs all I see I might go buy me a island and fly your to my D I got that old school Chevy with crocodile on my And I still run with wolves, yeah bitch I'm a beast I spent the rack 'fore I knew it, and that was just on my This bitch is as fuck but on that Molly she geek She like "It's Christmas in May", I'm to roll up a wreath And I'm so cold on these hoes but I still carry heat
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