[Verse 1]
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I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
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My gat talk for me, blaow, what up, homie?
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My watch saying, “Hi, shorty, we could be friends” (Woo)
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My whip saying, “Quit playin, bitch, get in” (Bitch)
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My earring saying, “We can hit the mall together”
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Shorty, its only right that we ball together
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Im into bigger things, yall niggas, yall know my style
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Your wrist bling-bling, my shit bling-blaow
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My pinky ring talk, it say, “50, Im sick”
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Thats why these niggas is on my dick
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Some hate me, some love my hits
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Flex my man, he gon bump my shit
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See, Im a liar, man, I really dont care (I dont care)
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I tell the hoes whatever they wan hear
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You tryna play me, Ima blaze you then
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My cross cost more than the crib your mama raised you in
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[Chorus]
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I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga
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Getting paper, now you cant tell me shit, nigga
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You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
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In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
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Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga
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Getting paper, now you cant tell me shit, nigga
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You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
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In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
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[Verse 2]
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New York niggas copy niggas like its all good
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Fuck around, be Crip-walking in the wrong hood
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Im fresh up out the slammer, I aint no fuckin bammer
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Im from NY, woadie, but I know country grammar (Woo)
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See, me, I get it crunk, niggas go ‘head and front
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I go and pop the trunk, come back, pull out and dump (Yeah)
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My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
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You see me sittin on dubs, thats why you mad, chump (Uh-huh)
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Dont make me hit you up, these shellsll split you up
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I lay you down, the coronersll come and get you up
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See, 50 play for keeps and 50 stay with heat
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I cant go commercial, they love me in the street
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Im real gutter, man, the hood love me, man
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Dont make me show up in your crib like Bruh-Man
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Locked up in the pen, I still do my thing
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CO screaming, “Shut the fuck up” in the bing
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[Chorus]
~#**************#~
I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga
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Getting paper, now you cant tell me shit, nigga
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You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
~#**************#~
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
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Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga
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Getting paper, now you cant tell me shit, nigga
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You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
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In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
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[Verse 3]
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Im in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday
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Range on Wednesday, Thursday, Im in the hooptay
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Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
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Vipe or ‘Vette, I tear up the highway (Woo)
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Shorty, she could tell you about my dick game (Yeah)
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But she dont know me, she only know my nickname
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Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed
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These young boys, they done got they own work, man
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[Chorus]
~#**************#~
I was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga
~#**************#~
Getting paper, now you cant tell me shit, nigga
~#**************#~
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
~#**************#~
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
~#**************#~
Was a poor nigga, now Im a rich nigga
~#**************#~
Getting paper, now you cant tell me shit, nigga
~#**************#~
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
~#**************#~
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
