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They ask what my life's worth?
More than a hype verse
I live for the best now
This shit only gets worse
Keeping that tight work
I'm on like five percs
I'm guessing your life hurts
Louis designed shirts
Check up a Louis Vuitton
I got that Chanel now we bond
Beat up the pussy like Kong
Afraid of living? I'm gone
Flights to LA like Lebron
I'm trading the pussy like pawns
Pearl grips of the spawn
Tired of ballin', gotta yawn
Might just pull up in your city with it
Hit the PH for the views, getting Diddy with it
Feel like Will Smith, got these hoes getting jiggy with it
Had to hit these out the park and see my city get it (Oh)
I taught her everything she knows
From the lingo to her clothes
Put designer on her body and the cocaine in her nose
Do I love her? I suppose
Cameras flashing and she pose
From the concrete grew a rose
I guess I'm the one she chose
Yeah, she chose me, she chose me
Pinocchio you're nosy
Maybach keep me cozy
I'm smoking on an Oz
Never by my lonely
Keep the hammer closely
Please do not approach me
If you don't really know me
You don't really know me
Out in SoHo, out in SoBe
You don't really know me
Tell that bitch to blow me
Pulling up in a German whip
With a German bitch, I ain't pushing papers
I'm burning bridges, burning papers
I'm with your girl, she'll be here later
I've been off a bean, I've been on the lean
Nothing in between, ain't a f*cking ting
Ain't ya f*cking, ting? (Nah)
I've been out here with my kinfolk
At Elleven with some nymphos
Watch me ride the wave (Yeah, yeah)
Watch her misbehave (Yeah, yeah)
Don't look back, it's a trap
That good tap but no cap
My X5 go (Skrrt)
My gold chopper go (Brra)
What's your order? bring it to your door
What's her name? I just call her whore
What's that wrist? That's an Audemars
Couple sushi plates then I order more
Probably caught the fish in my backyard
That black card like a cash card
That fast car like Nascar
I'm gone fast like Casper
I'm blowing loud, I'm a candle
Need a slim bitch, need a Kendall
Got a couple cribs out for rental
When it comes in, I invest more
I celebrate with like ten folks
Small circle like Jewish clothes
See, y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close
But to me, that noise is just hella jokes (Yeah)
But to me, that is hella jokes
I sit back and hella toke
Y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close
But to me, that noise is just hella jokes
I take a plane coast to coast
Y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close
Y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close but...
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They ask what my life's worth?
More than a hype verse
I live for the best now
This shit only gets worse
Keeping that tight work
I'm on like five percs
I'm guessing your life hurts
Louis designed shirts
Check up a Louis Vuitton
I got that Chanel now we bond
Beat up the pussy like Kong
Afraid of living? I'm gone
Flights to LA like Lebron
I'm trading the pussy like pawns
Pearl grips of the spawn
Tired of ballin', gotta yawn
Might just pull up in your city with it
Hit the PH for the views, getting Diddy with it
Feel like Will Smith, got these hoes getting jiggy with it
Had to hit these out the park and see my city get it (Oh)
I taught her everything she knows
From the lingo to her clothes
Put designer on her body and the cocaine in her nose
Do I love her? I suppose
Cameras flashing and she pose
From the concrete grew a rose
I guess I'm the one she chose
Yeah, she chose me, she chose me
Pinocchio you're nosy
Maybach keep me cozy
I'm smoking on an Oz
Never by my lonely
Keep the hammer closely
Please do not approach me
If you don't really know me
You don't really know me
Out in SoHo, out in SoBe
You don't really know me
Tell that bitch to blow me
Pulling up in a German whip
With a German bitch, I ain't pushing papers
I'm burning bridges, burning papers
I'm with your girl, she'll be here later
I've been off a bean, I've been on the lean
Nothing in between, ain't a f*cking ting
Ain't ya f*cking, ting? (Nah)
I've been out here with my kinfolk
At Elleven with some nymphos
Watch me ride the wave (Yeah, yeah)
Watch her misbehave (Yeah, yeah)
Don't look back, it's a trap
That good tap but no cap
My X5 go (Skrrt)
My gold chopper go (Brra)
What's your order? bring it to your door
What's her name? I just call her whore
What's that wrist? That's an Audemars
Couple sushi plates then I order more
Probably caught the fish in my backyard
That black card like a cash card
That fast car like Nascar
I'm gone fast like Casper
I'm blowing loud, I'm a candle
Need a slim bitch, need a Kendall
Got a couple cribs out for rental
When it comes in, I invest more
I celebrate with like ten folks
Small circle like Jewish clothes
See, y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close
But to me, that noise is just hella jokes (Yeah)
But to me, that is hella jokes
I sit back and hella toke
Y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close
But to me, that noise is just hella jokes
I take a plane coast to coast
Y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close
Y'all almost made it, y'all was hella close but...
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Writer: Chris Chavez, Dave Bravo, John Cosculluela, Saad Jerri
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