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Baby, I'm too high, what you put in this?
She said that it's dipped in Rolex, then something on my shit
God damn it, here we go, 'bout to write a classic
But my head spinning like vertigo
Go past me that Birkin, stash my chow in there a week ago
What Birkin, baby?
My bad, I forgot how much we been splurging lately
I feel like we turning to the best show that's on the road
So grab the singles while you at it, strippers on the pole say
Everybody wanna be on, wanna be on, yeah
Don't know what you got 'til it's gone, got 'til it's gone, yeah
This is light work
Look like I got shot the way I'm sipping in this white shirt
Just because I'm fucked up that don't
Mean that I ain't watching though
Like my bitch is bad as fuck but not really popping though
Girl, it make me paranoid the shit that he could offer you
What Birkin, baby?
We flying to the islands, ain't no virgins, baby
I feel like we turning to the best show that's on the road
So grab the singles while you at it, strippers on the pole say
Everybody wanna be on, wanna be on, yeah
Don't know what you got 'til it's gone, got 'til it's gone, yeah
Everybody wanna be on, wanna be on, yeah
Don't know what you got 'til it's gone, got 'til it's gone, yeah