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Call it what you want, I just want some earrings I don't know your name, money long On my way to take off, she limp in the chain I just ate two more, and I'm goin' outer space Said it like, uh, I done said, uh Private flight, and it's top tier Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right I don't - with you clowns, you - prototypes

I'm with the seven-seater Range Rover like a Trackhawk I'm one of the trend setters, cut from a whole different cloth I done got a bitch fat as stack, relish, I'm a underdog I'd never get paid to ain't, pay that, I'm a real boss Wanna count big fatty, you can tell where a player walk I know the way you can keep steppin' that, pay him to really talk Handle the business at all times, early mornin' when I get a call Protectin' the greatest of all time, home made, you a real dog

Pull up in the SF90, I can switch cars by the minute It ain't hard to see who in it It ain't hard to see who winnin' Look how I style my Gucci, had to take an image, uh Catch me, I have a plan I don't get offended (I don't get offended)

Call it what you want, I just want some earrings I don't know your name, money long On my way to take off, she limp in the chain I just ate two more, and I'm goin' outer space Said it like (said it like), uh, I done said, uh (uh) Private flight (private flight), and it's top tier (tier) Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right (do it right) I don't - with you clowns, you - prototypes

This a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico Last year I was tourin', now I'm back in Europe, it's a psycho I can see the influence that I'm doin', you don't really hear me though It's the young Gunna Wunna, you know I'm comin', I'm a billy goat 'Fore they ain't want to believe a nigga happen, I'ma keep on givin' hope I'ma keep countin' and stackin', make it stack up high up on your tippy toes Nigga be doin' that cappin', now they cappin', catch up to your front door Run the cash, need it pronto whenever man got a blunt rolled

I got my girl a trainer, she had, had to get lipo Brother had two to my name, what's that? Had to be a typo Petty cash gon' recycle Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, ain't light, no (Hittin' the pull ups and pressin' heavy, ain't light, no)