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Yo, uh
'Cause I've been there and I've spun back (Cppo)
Scammin' out, it just run flat
Me and Es used to run laps
Now we're runnin' racks of this dumb cash
'Cause I've been there and I've did that
Smoked grams of that Ridgeback
I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags
I've had more steaks then had Big Macs
Bitches look at my direction
Now that I've blown like some TNT (boom)
Why she keep talkin' 'bout money, man?
I just asked her, "What you see in me"?
Cameras, they comin' with flash
And I'm comin' with gas, so it's hittin' like TMZ
Bitch wanna give man affection
If she ain't suck, get the fuck out the 'bnb
Dolce & Gabbana, everything's designer
I'm a fuckin' rockstar, I'll put some coke up on my rider
D-Dolce & Gabbana, everything's designer
I'm a fuckin' rockstar, I'll put some coke up on my rider, yo
Me and Es just left Munich
And the players like Robben and Ribery
Agh, I'm a boss, you ain't talkin' 'bout guap?
Fuck up out the vicinity, huh
I'm seein' these rappers go up and they can't even rap
Man, this shit is just killin' me
They say I ain't drop in some months
That man's fallin' off
Man, these kids must be killin' me
'Cause I've been there and I've spun back
Scammin' out, it just run flat
Me and Es used to run laps
Now we're runnin' racks of this dumb cash
'Cause I've been there and I've did that
Smoked grams of that Ridgeback
I don't do lines, I sniff zig-zags
I've had more steaks then had Big Macs
Crept in, lookin' villainous with my hat low and my feet up
Eyes closed and I'm winnin', bitch
Man, there's money made when I speak up
This bitch want a slice of the pie
But a nigga need toppin' like pizza
Used to see him, my dog gettin' flows
Most times that I do it is with Brian and Peter
I just made bank in the States, no visa