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Hey, hey...
Hey (yeah, yeah)
Come through where you at so you don't gotta drive
Busy through the week, you need some off time
Patek on your wrist, know we got all the time we need
Makin' up for lost time (yeah)
Ever since you cut ties with your ex and put him on ice
Yesterday's price ain't the same price
We be drippin' in that fabric, that fashion
Got you lit, and now we matchin'
They be tryin to split the ticket witchu' but you lackin', they slackin'
Put you on and now you tapped in.
Tapped in with a rich boy sellin' that (yeah)
Throw some ds, bad bitch (yeah)
She with me, baby (oh)
Double c, she's with, she's with rich boy (oh)
Throw some ds, accent (yes)
Overseas, savage (yes)
Energy, she's with, she's with.
Big bank, ran it up
Pj to atlanta (huh)
Just bought a lamb' truck
He went ghost on you, I put you in phantoms (wait)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Do the most for you, I do it in random
He a joke to you, should be doin' stand up
He don't put spend it on you (huh), ho that shit for ransom
If you don't fuck with broke niggas, ladies, this your anthem.
Rich boy sellin' that (yeah)
Throw some ds, bad bitch (yeah)
She with me, baby (oh)
Double c, she's with, she's with rich boy (oh)
Throw some ds, accent (accent, yes)
Overseas, savage (savage, yes)
Energy, she's with, she's with.
Spendin' on you, tonight (baby)
I'm spendin' on you, tonight (woah)
Yes, I know what you like (rich)
I bet I know what you like.
Rich boy sellin' that.
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