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Yeah Iced Up Records Yeah, sliding live, Lambo on Forgis for a head, we got in a lot I got so much paper, we can buy the block, that's why I be shining a lot Ooh, I bone him, I hope they don't find the Glock, 'cause I didn't get time a lot Spent half a million on clothes this year, little nigga and I ain't even trying to shop Quit for a while, now I'm back, got so much perk, look like it's down to pop Niggas are popping just for likes on the 'net, these niggas be dying for clout So many boogers in the watch, can't wipe my nose with my whole arm with snot I get head in the back of my Rolls for real, 'cause I like cars a lot Girl, get busy, I don't like hugging and kiss, got a wife, come fuck for the ticket Bitch, you ain't mine for real, I ain't spending no time for real, all that cuffing ain't in me Real street nigga, I ice like this Real hustler, sold to niggas at Wendy's Really got business, a circumstance, well ain't my fault these hoes be tricking Yeah, I spin the lil bitch, and spin it again, and again, and again, and again Party with bitches, or I could count up the hundreds, the fifties, the twenties, the tens Count up the cheese, and get in between, and pouring up lean, all purple, no green Yeah, I might wait for a minute, go dumb when I hit it, I tag it like we on a team Damn, throw out a pick when they playing my jam Wolf got Drac', got key in the Lamb' I'm so proud, I fuck around and turned that bitch pink like I was playing with Killa Killed it, but knew it when it come to the balling, I hoop and they kids go play in the sand Told my mama her baby the man, spent six hundred damn on the Vans Grinding and doing this shit for years, how they made twenty Ms just paid for the fam Walking the club, all the hoes be following, come to the booth just shake a lil ass I want to fuck you tonight, might fuck up your life, I'ma give lil baby a pass Skeleton on me, you can see right through this bitch, like it was made out of glass Sliding live, Lambo on Forgis for a head, we got in a lot I got so much paper, we can buy the block, that's why I be shining a lot Ooh, I bone him, I hope they don't find the Glock, 'cause I didn't get time a lot Spent half a million on clothes this year, little nigga and I ain't even trying to shop Iced Up Records