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[Intro] Supa, aha [Chorus: Young Thug] Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car Niggas can't see me If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery Crazy presi' beze's on a motherfuckin' Rollie You rogue-ish, you poor, yes, I fuck 'round and roll I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door Slam the door on a Aventador Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up Now it look like cockroach Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the forty-four Hopscotch with his thot, thot I'ma fuck her at my mother' spot [Verse 1: Strick] Started chasin' the check, turned the bank into a nest Cuban link around my neck takin' a bird bath Cartier bracelet got pointers and a Audemar to match If they talkin' 'bout my game, they speakin' all cash New Bent', paper tag I can see they envy and mad I done fucked around and got in my bag (My bag) I done stayed down and got me a bag (Bag) No calculator, still doin' math Gotta add up and tear me a tag Rockstar, showed up with them bands I just jumped off a jet to a Sprinter (Yeah, yeah) I got Brazilians makin' me dinner Took a loss and it made me a winner Wearin' Moncler, it ain't even winter Add the wind, got the clouds in the ceilin' Add the money up, subtract the feelin' They say, "Slatt," when we walk in the buildin' I can't save her if she goin' with the fishes Copped some new guns to switch up my mission Slime shit, I ran up the digits Count it with no intermission Her best friend done gave me the gushy I mixed it with Sherbet and Cookie Yeah, off the top, roll with a groupie Have a ménage when I land, ah Today I did Dior and Gucci Yeah, my Off-White was lookin' like dandruff Three white bitches, I'm a clansmen Kendra, Khloe and Karan Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah Wall Street money like Madoff Yeah, aha, all that hatin' ain't phase us Laugh to bank like Faizon Still ain't takin' no days off [Chorus: Young Thug] Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car Niggas can't see me If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery Crazy presi' beze's on a motherfuckin' Rollie You rogue-ish, you poor, yes, I fuck 'round and roll I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door Slam the door on a Aventador Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up Now it look like cockroach Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the forty-four Hopscotch with his thot, thot I'ma fuck her at my mother' spot [Verse 2: Young Thug] Oxycotin, she feel it in her test tubes (Woo) Money (Money), callin' (Slatt) I'ma answer my phone like, "What it do?" (Hey) I keep a quarter pound or two Big Balencies, yeah, that's what the money do (Let's go) She swear to God that she love me (Yeah, yeah) I was just pourin' out the bubbly (Pour it up) I was fillin' up drinks with this muddy (Fill it) Draco with me, it ain't 'bout my money (Woo) Dr. Dre, Eminem, we go and gift M&M's My house a exhibit, it's dim I was rockin' some Off-White black Timb's (Let's go) [Chorus: Young Thug] Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car Niggas can't see me If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery Crazy presi' beze's on a motherfuckin' Rollie You rogue-ish, you poor, yes, I fuck 'round and roll I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door Slam the door on a Aventador Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up Now it look like cockroach Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the fourty-four Hopscotch with his thot, thot I'ma fuck her at my mother' spot [Outro: Young Thug] Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car Niggas can't see me Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Crazy presi' beze's on a motherfuckin' Rollie Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door Slam the door on a Aventador Woah, woah, woah Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the forty-four Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wish