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Oh, oh, oh-oh
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Oh-oh-oh
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Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team
I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine
Hermes in my day and a bag for Celine
Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream
I told her the machine, rocking Jordan-sized rings
I told em we unruly, hes a rat out down the streets
I made it out the dope hole, cappin off a P
We been selling out shows, backends through the week
Pass me a lighter, dont fuck with writers
Im in the sky, Ive been high as a kite, uh
New fashion icons, put the whole world on Spider
We can do without one, aint have to use a writer
New Saint Laurent, Ive been dripping since diaper
Private plane flying, I know that no fighter
Fourteen young ladies with me like a minor
I could no longer sit back and be silent
Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
I know you a star, put a gleam in em, yeah
 another bitch
 other drip
Used to 
In a different court on another roll
Patek em like a doja penn, yeah
But you got no remorse, Gucci corduroys, yeah
Lamborghini Urus, is a motorsport, yeah
Fly away to Europe, just to shop of course, uh
Ive been gettin this money since the raw reports, mm-mm
Ive been getting blue hunnids, payout some of the North, mm-mm
Who afford the coupe when you silent?
All these bags, Im sippin drugs, my cup muddy, uh
All this glass, drip Piguets my shit flooded, yeah 
Prada bags, she got ass with no stomach, yeah 
Gucci bags, clean my glass, then you splungin
I splashed on a hunnid, you look sad in that Honda, yeah 
Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
I know you a sta— ...
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