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[Verse 1]
Zumiez on my back. Custom 5s cost me a stack
You know this Phillies cap a snapback. Tell your boyfriend I said he whack
Money long but my dick longer. How I’m cashing out gon make you wonder
Going from STL to OKC it’s like Bradley Beal to the Thunder
You fuck nigga stop. Your bitch say she digging my dope ass swag
So stop. You a fucking capri wearing ass nigga, you a fag
So stop. And you like what the hell am I talking ‘bout
Got racks in my pocket you know I’m at the Mills, buying shit, cashing out bitch!
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[Verse 2]
I’m cashing out and I ain’t rich. These Hard Courts was 96
It’s gon be lights out little bitch ‘cause my Tec 9 is a light switch
Fuck with my crew and I’ll leave you square. I wear this bookbag everywhere
Fucking two bitches yeah it ain’t fair. Doggystyle, I pull her hair
Blowing on kush I got a weed fan. I cook crack, that’s pots and pans
Yellow bitch with red clothes, I told y’all niggas I’m a Chiefs fan
Lame niggas get the slap stain. Rocking black like Bat-Mane
Word Play got that dumb swag so your bitch was nice enough to give me brain, luh nigga
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[Verse 3]
I got money, I got bitches, I got weed, I kill snitches
I drive cars with a stick shift while you ride around in that weak shit
Playing Shay’s verse on Motto. Living life is my motto
I cash out like I won the lotto. I got cash so I bought a grotto
You a square beyond compare, and I ain’t talking ‘bout Imo’s
Jordan 7’s I bought 2 pair. Nigga get off my ass like Nair
Killing bitches, I ain’t got no choice. I got an R8, fuck a Rolls Royce
I’m rich bitch, Donnell Rawlings voice
[Chorus]
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