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Me no conversate with the fake, that
All my independent bitches, that part
I just the paper, that part
All my flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the one time
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to away, I need more options
Broke then fix pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, lanes, that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that
405 with the gun off safe, part
Ayy I'm still tryna that plate
or poo nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style,
years I've been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig,
Pushed down Broadway
I've been in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's worth the Rolls,
Got an engine back the top in it
Nigga drivin' it it's a bomb in it

Me no conversate the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I just want the paper, that
All my bitches
That part, that part, that part, part

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch ain't Chipotle
Nigga an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like
I just left the strip club, got glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the OJ
don't feel me, man this ain't okay
Four Seasons, a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
nigga, still eatin' catfish
That ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks
Have the paparazzi back-flips
If I lay you on the mattress
the back out 'til you backless
Thick, we established
She got 'em done, bra-strapless
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my bitches bitches, that part
I just want the paper, part
All my bitches
part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That
Bang this shit in the hood one
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
Tell ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still ain't changed, part
Me, my girl got matchin' bling, that
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that
Me and XO only go straight
Need me a bitch go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls,
When I was broke, I had the sauce,
Got a Chevy with to side on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to the fire too
I put your Uzi down you

Me no with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, part
I want the paper, that part
All my flavored
That part, part, that part, that part
Ayy! That
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Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like
Pimpin' at my weddin', man I feel Jordan
Trippin' at my weddin', I be runnin'
Ain't say shit,
You was listenin' close
You was to hoes though
You wouldn't listen to the flow
to the 'Go
Listen to a young from the 'Go though
I'ma this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!