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Uh

They jealous, they envious of me (jealous)

I'm rich as f*ck, I'm poppin'

Got it poppin' off a beat (poppin')

I'm f*ckin' on they bitches

They payin', I hit for free (free)

I'm stylin' with no stylist

Stay clean, I got OCD (stylist)

You niggas soft, when you follow, you nigga's sheep

Hit a buff nigga with hollows

It make him weak (weak)

Yeah, that red & blue shit kool

But I want that green (green)

Ooh, that wire just hit

I feel relief, woo



I fly private it's lit, lit

It's field trip

Buy her bags, my type of bags they be meal ticks

I can f*ck up a check, nigga

I got it, still rich

I came straight from the bottom to the top

That's a heelflip

They ain't talkin' that cloth talk

We'll hit the kill switch

I just wrote a script

Somebody call up Will Smith

Pockets full of a blue hunnids

You would've swore a nigga crip

Niggas ballin'

But they ain't James Harden scorin' like this

I'm f*ckin' the game with a STD

Contagious as f*ck

I spread the game out to the team (team)

You lame as f*ck, I prolly seen you on a meme

Poppin' as f*ck you prolly on a screen, nigga



Let me floss, Hugo Boss, vroom, vroom, whip talk

Cuban buss down, yellow diamonds, ooh, he pissed off

White gold, yellow gold, same time, crisscrossed

I like ghetto bitches that wear too much lip gloss

Drip it off, pick it up, make it shake, drop it off

Bitches catchin' feelings, one-handed

Damn, she Randy Moss

Know the cost, profit loss

Nigga, I'm a f*ckin' boss

Neiman Marcus, Saks & Fifth

We don't do no f*ckin' Ross

The Maybach gloss, the '64 gloss

Candy paint be drippin' off

You bought all them watches but ain't bought no house

You f*ckin' false

Heart on cold, leave 'em frost

F*ck her, leave, she wake up lost

Got that sauce

I got hoe, hoe, hoes, hoes, Santa Claus

Lamborghini, new Ferrari

Drive it crazy, I'm not sorry

Would've thought I was a collector

How I keep a barbie, love her partly

You can never school me, baby, I'm too tardy

I'ma dog, leave my mark (my mark)

My shit permanent, it's sharpie



They jealous, they envious of me (jealous)

I'm rich as f*ck

I'm poppin', got it poppin' off a beat (poppin')

I'm f*ckin' on they bitches they payin'

I hit for free (free)

I'm stylin' with no stylist

Stay clean, I got OCD (stylist)

You niggas soft, when you follow, you nigga's sheep

Hit a buff nigga with hollows

It make him weak (weak)

Yeah, that red & blue shit kool

But I want that green (green)

Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief, woo
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Uh

They jealous, they envious of me (jealous)

I'm rich as f*ck, I'm poppin'

Got it poppin' off a beat (poppin')

I'm f*ckin' on they bitches

They payin', I hit for free (free)

I'm stylin' with no stylist

Stay clean, I got OCD (stylist)

You niggas soft, when you follow, you nigga's sheep

Hit a buff nigga with hollows

It make him weak (weak)

Yeah, that red & blue shit kool

But I want that green (green)

Ooh, that wire just hit

I feel relief, woo



I fly private it's lit, lit

It's field trip

Buy her bags, my type of bags they be meal ticks

I can f*ck up a check, nigga

I got it, still rich

I came straight from the bottom to the top

That's a heelflip

They ain't talkin' that cloth talk

We'll hit the kill switch

I just wrote a script

Somebody call up Will Smith

Pockets full of a blue hunnids

You would've swore a nigga crip

Niggas ballin'

But they ain't James Harden scorin' like this

I'm f*ckin' the game with a STD

Contagious as f*ck

I spread the game out to the team (team)

You lame as f*ck, I prolly seen you on a meme

Poppin' as f*ck you prolly on a screen, nigga



Let me floss, Hugo Boss, vroom, vroom, whip talk

Cuban buss down, yellow diamonds, ooh, he pissed off

White gold, yellow gold, same time, crisscrossed

I like ghetto bitches that wear too much lip gloss

Drip it off, pick it up, make it shake, drop it off

Bitches catchin' feelings, one-handed

Damn, she Randy Moss

Know the cost, profit loss

Nigga, I'm a f*ckin' boss

Neiman Marcus, Saks & Fifth

We don't do no f*ckin' Ross

The Maybach gloss, the '64 gloss

Candy paint be drippin' off

You bought all them watches but ain't bought no house

You f*ckin' false

Heart on cold, leave 'em frost

F*ck her, leave, she wake up lost

Got that sauce

I got hoe, hoe, hoes, hoes, Santa Claus

Lamborghini, new Ferrari

Drive it crazy, I'm not sorry

Would've thought I was a collector

How I keep a barbie, love her partly

You can never school me, baby, I'm too tardy

I'ma dog, leave my mark (my mark)

My shit permanent, it's sharpie



They jealous, they envious of me (jealous)

I'm rich as f*ck

I'm poppin', got it poppin' off a beat (poppin')

I'm f*ckin' on they bitches they payin'

I hit for free (free)

I'm stylin' with no stylist

Stay clean, I got OCD (stylist)

You niggas soft, when you follow, you nigga's sheep

Hit a buff nigga with hollows

It make him weak (weak)

Yeah, that red & blue shit kool

But I want that green (green)

Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief, woo
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Writer: Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Lerron Carson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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