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[Verse 1: Lil
I smokin' on the gas
Hocus on the gas
I snorklin' in the cash
Going Krogers the bags
I done blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass
Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the
I fuckin' in the shower, so my dreads soaked
I fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked
You know my lean nice and cold, like some dead
You my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em
I got the wet, I'm water
I rob his ass like Robin
I get them Ms a a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm power
BET, how I'm livin'
I got three followin' me
Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the
Hello, I make her throw her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed,
She do the count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen
I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' in towels
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin'
been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
Money and the power, be in here watchin' Power
All my accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brrrt! Pull up a taxi
Stereo on max, and bury your own casket
Nigga say to Rabbit
My lil bang
My lil homies, they
They don't the fame
your ass then fly to Spain
Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that got a nice ring
Put my up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing
Yeah, starin' at the world through an
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow,
I could turn baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I sit down without gettin' down
What's new in Let's do it now
A couple marbles ain't found
A couple screws been screwed
My father ain't been 'round, my ain't missed a pound
The of a down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss to drown
Twistin' up a
as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds
Y'all so
I break a whole of fuckin' vows
to hunt you down
All up in your
Use protection when you around
of deception
Imperfection, no
No correct your
depression to aggression
Got an for expression
no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
"Flesh of all the ones, I left 'em, F 'em."

[Verse 2: Dollaz]
Your bitch so we run in it
Any club, got my gun in it
I ain't got to touch you dudes
I'll get you young nigga
Eat, sleep, shit, rap
Brand new AK, all
Tunechi gave me gift wrapped
Your sweet, candy, Kit-Kat
Hope you niggas get mad
the voodoo on me, witchcraft
Off-White, Gucci, mix
All my diamonds drip, splash
BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W
She me Dollaz I'm over you
bitches way too emotional, uh
So much perkys, I'm barely
Diamond choker, crazy,
Keep my with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I her
Enough with you niggas, I do not with you niggas
I know I'm stuck you niggas
Grew up with you
We all was swipin' cards, it up with you niggas
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a Joe Robby
food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies
Chris Paul, we load the
Eight ball, pocket
Ah man, stop it
You it's Dollaz
it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my
Bad boy too, ask
Hundred foot yacht, jet
Bitches kissin' bitches,
talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no
(Yeah, you get it?)
Future put me on, he Atlanta
Niggas in my city in a barrel
Made it out without help
I can say I did it
Tunechi told me leave beat blessed
I killed this shit, no
First 48, this
Someone tell me next?