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Hi, Sage (Yeah, yeah)
Went shopping, blew racks at Neiman Marcus
If you ain't finna end it why you even start it
Pull up to the show big body Jeep then I proceed to park it
Hop up on a beat then I proceed to walk
You don't know what it take to be the boss
Step out rocking Endless, you got ya jeans from Ross
I don't want that bitch, right to my team I toss
I don't need shit from you, not a handout or no shit
You ain't really on shit, why you tote shit
Tryna up a yacht, yeah, I need a damn boat bitch
Way too much drop, walk in, ya bitch soak this
We ain't sipping no Tris, thumbs up from my liver
After the show I hit Coney, get a fye dinner
I don't give a f*ck bout you, I'ma die richer
Look at my Richard, flooded out, the time glitter
Look at my watch, bitch, I'm upping my stock
Throw the hook you go to sleep, even if you try block
Diamonds stones, my rocks, Gucci, my socks
F*ck the lil' shit, I need Dior high tops
F*ck the lil' shit, we chillin' in a high rise
You can tell I want this shit, just look at my eyes
If you want beef, bitch, we got it like we five guys
Talkin' big shit, yo ass ain't even 5'5"
Talkin' lil' shit, but you can never step to me
Run up, he get slept, he sleep
Why you rock that vest, it's cheap
LV on my chest, unique, this probably the best you see
They just some haters, they could never get the best of me
Had the recipe, finna cook it, finna stir the pot
Lil' bro really tripping, he been fiending, got the syrup, Wock
Yes, you got the glock, but you don't hit shit, lil' bitch, you're a bot
I'ma hop in that big body Jeep, then I'ma burn the block
You talk big shit, but came in last place
Double yo best on my bad days
Cut in front of you, make you stab breaks
Shit on you quick, left you with a sad face
But I don't give a shit, I'm just tryna bag chase
I done went fuckin' up, richer than my classmates
You ain't really doin' shit, you tryna stat chase
I ain't tryna f*ck with you, lil' bitch, that's fake
Yeah, yeah
This a damn Hellcat, I'ma push it
Yo luck already little so lil' bitch don't push it
You had a nice chain so we went up and took it
I'm just chillin' with the gang, we just tryna get rich, hoe
I stayed the same, ain't switch up, got no big bros
You a damn lame, could get hit, we got big poles
Only want diamonds, I don't really want shit gold
I be kickin' back at the house makin' hits, hoe
I was goin' crazy at the party, yo bitch throwed
How you don't know my name but yo bitch know
How you talk like you up but you lil' bro
Why you talkin' bout money, you got lil' dough
If you my mans then that bag I will throw
Put up a hundred, got me feelin' like Wilt, hoe
This shit some Prada, stepped out in a silk coat

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