¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign POPPIN*

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[Verse 1: Project Pat & Ty Dolla $ign]
.223, it didn’t hit me, but I done dodged the RICO, ayy
I was really workin’ out, even when I served the pack
Drop the charge for a G, I’ma rip his head
Crack [?], chartin’ once again
R.I.P, so I stand
All my homies, we related
Every crime is calculated
Pull up different ways, nigga
You was supposed to pass the weed
Now you got to cope with three
Hollywood and Master P
DJ [?], all black, just go away from me
Girls pill poppin’, have your mind in a wreck-ah
I go poppin’ like your bank account, hear go a check-ah
I’m the nigga, at the bank, gun cockin’
In the VIP, respectfully (Ayy), that’s how we walkin’

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pill popper, drank doctor
I can let you know if we see it or if it’s propper
I came to see head hunters, the show stoppers
Baby, I’m a Big Mac, no whopper
ATL, put ’em on the map, ass dropper
[?] make ’em get to know me
I leave the club with three divas, I keep it on me
Baby, if you want this money, you gotta show me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
My bitch from a foreign country like Ginóbili
Been in the club for twenty-four hours, I think I’m Kobe
Focus, we got all the moneys and the Addies
I feel like I’m Chrisean (Sean), I need me baddies
My bitch from a foreign country like Ginóbili
Religion cuts Tony, four hours that nigga Kobe
Focus, we got all the moneys and the Addies
I feel like I’m Chrisean (Sean), I need me baddies

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