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Shit i was feeling that water dripping down my back
Shit I think I'll fuck my bank, cuz my bank got a fat ass
Out here window surfing bitch you secret service smoking our gas
This that anthem for them rich folks that ain't got time to pass
I just bought all my brothers new chains
Rich folks we got them poles
FM30s with them scopes, in the hole like Cheerios
All these bitches so damn fake, I don't want to fuck, put on your clothes
I got them triple Vs up on my neck, incase you didn't know bitch
VVS diamonds in the back, all my killers crazy
They gon' pull up on yo hood bait, hittin bills like Brady
Hit his bill donald duck, bitch I'm not talking crazy
He don't got no money and he fat, and he fucking lazy
Roll us all them woods, backwoods, bags, women
Jump up out the coup i got these perfect teeth, don't need no dentist
All them bitches on that woohoo that voodoo they witches
Bitch I walk inside that courtroom with my lawyer said I did it
There he, there he, there he go
There he, there he, there he go
I can't feel em, I can't tell em, I just kill them
I just kill them, I just
Shit i was feeling that water dripping down my back
Shit I think I'll fuck my bank, cuz my bank got a fat ass
Out here window surfing bitch you secret service smoking our gas
This that anthem for them rich folks that ain't got time to pass
I just bought all my brothers new chains
Rich folks we got them poles
FM30s with them scopes, in the hole like Cheerios
All these bitches so damn fake, I don't want to fuck, put on your clothes
I got them triple Vs up on my neck, incase you didn't know bitch