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Bitch cold, I swear Dairy Queen rolled up |
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Very clean, Spur flew over |
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She got caught up in them wings, we gon' turn a couple corners |
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Talk about of couple things, preliminaries went great |
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I'm a let you hit this weed, once we on that interstate |
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I don't be smoking on them streets |
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Them traffic lights will have you in a jam with the man |
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I ain't spending n'an minute |
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In the can of sky mall, tryna spend a hunnit grand |
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I know how to show you how we can get it spend it again |
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Gone in the wind, gone with the ones who win |
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Them boys is grown men, boss shit is what I'm spitting |
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So boss shit is what you getting when you make a decision to listen |
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I see them niggas figging, cause I'm high I'm slipping |
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They gon' knock me off position, but why |
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Cause a nigga be riding nice cars, fancy clothes |
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Naked hoes, and mansion homes |
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Got a lot but still we want more |
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Cause one thing you can never have is |
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Too much money, too much money, too much money |
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You can never have too much money, too much money, too much |