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Supa, aha

Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me

If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery

Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie

You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll

I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on the Aventador

Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44

Hopscotching the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Steady chasin' the check, turned the bank into a nest

Cuban link around my neck takin' a bird bath

Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match

If they talking 'bout my game, they speakin' all cash

New Bent, paper tag, I can see they envy and mad

I done fucked around and got in my bag (my bag)

I done stayed down and got me a bag (bag)

No calculators still doin' math

Gotta add up and tear me a tag

Rockstar, showing up with them bands

I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter (yeah, yeah)

I got Brazillians makin' me dinner

Took a loss and it made me a winner

Wearin' Monclear, it ain't even winter

And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling

Add the money up, subtract the feeling

They say, "Slatt," when we walk in the building

I can't save her if she going with the fishes

Copped a new gun to switch up my mission

Slime shit, I ran up the digits, count it with no intermission

Her best friend done gave me the dishin'

I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)

Off the top, roll with a groupie, have a menage when I land, ah

Today I did Dior and Gucci, my Off-White was lookin' like dandruff

Three white bitches, I'm a clansmen, Kendra, Khloe and Karan

Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah, Wall Street money like Madoff

Yeah, ahah, all that hatin' ain't phase us

Laugh to bank like faizon, still ain't takin' no days off

Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me

If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery

Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie

You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll

I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on the Aventador

Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44

Hopscotchin' the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Oxycotin she feel it in her test tubes

Money, money, callin', I'ma answer my phone like, what it do

I, keep a quarter pound or two

Big Ballencies, yeah, that's what the money do

Yeah, she swear to God that she love me

I was just pourin' out the bubbly

I was fillin' up drinks with this muddy

Draco with me, it ain't about my money

Dr. Dre, Eminem, we go and get them M&M's

My house a exhibit, it's dim, I was rockin' some Off-White like Timbs

Let's go!

Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me

If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery

Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie

You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll

I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on the Aventador

Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44

Hopscotchin' the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car, niggas can't see me

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door

Slam the door on the Aventador

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wish