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The type to spend it on a bitch wit' yo' trick ass
Louis, Fendi, Gucci on me, mismatch
In the Bay wit' it, youngest niggas wit' cash
We gon' drop a body

out on that interview
Prayers go up in the living room
Spinning around by the ceiling fan, I know that it's hard to understand
But I hope that my

just show me where the cash is
Land of opportunity where you could be in Gucci sandals
And still not see the red camels

glad that I found you. 
The feeling it's so real, man I can't front I'm one thousand. 
Balenciaga, Valentino, Gucci, Louie and Prada. 
Might spend a half

Welcome and thank you for shopping with us
I'll be your assistant today, can I ask your name?
Of course, I go by Beezy
Pleasure to meet you Mr. Beezy

a pound
How are you rocking that Gucci
If you be selling out mids in your town
A lot of y'all asking for pricing but never gone cop that shit make you sound

that feeling left me by myself
Tryna prove the devil also bleed, I'm different, that's my fault, I know
I'm cash aping a few hunnid, I'm sending to my

Ngbo shey ofe fi kekere lo salagbon ni
Mama i was offered a lot by the street
I follow the goods but the bad I insist
Some temptation I got to resist
I

Beauty and bars
Cuz they dont know me for twerking
LOOK

Big stepppa; gucci leather
Denim with the feather
Looking good all my bitches shopping together

Let's go
Yeah, finally getting that money
Woke up this morning Like damn, shit real
Shit feel good Louis V, Gucci everywhere, racks everywhere

Aye,

so now he lets me hold it
Promise I won't smoke it, fuck that grab a bowl and now I'm toking
Shit I'm geeking
Blinded by the lights this happens every

a bean like a sensu
I been mixing up my lean in a test tube
Its still Gucci with the velcro I ain't rocking shell toes
Living like a king but I'm dying

Millian Couture on my sneakers they geeking
Yeah, this too official I'm one in of one
This shit official I'm one in of one
Rest In Peace Gucci and my

Yeah we ain't got nothin' for these haters
But some postcards, ha, postcards king Los
Yeah

(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game
By

bitch, cash out parking lot, swerve out
Honda keys, hummer Jeep
All pink, when I flee flip phone, flip phone
Same color as the lean

Why I ride out, why oh

the beatnicks
Kill all the faggots
And anyone who seek dicks
Face tats and fake plays
Waste cash and make no moves
I got bass cracking my plays
Raise dragon

doesn't remain
Cause I still back in when I park little man
I still check my mirrors
When I'm parked little Man
And still keep my cash in my sock little man

cause her Samsung is ringing
Hold on

Surrey girls like their boys
with lots of cash to buy them toys
A Porsche or a Merc will do
Turn heads with

on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose
Whips fly in the wind
Checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose
All my ex’s got

spend the next four months here
I spent 10K cash I might cough up both lungs here
Filled up on gas and got high but no stunts here
Mask on when I'm

all by his-self
He made them kite him out
Any unnecessary movements gotta wipe em' out
I step outside in all the this
Gucci gotta wipe him down
I used

a
Bitch I had birthday sex

Yeah, and you can be here with me
I've been on the job, been to a lot of city
I've been through the odds
They been all against

black
Chrome wing is shinny mat
The parking lot has been kilt
My truck from germany it's hand built
The playing fields not leveled it's at a tilt
You

course
He took a spoonful, soon was a corpse
She dumped him in the port with
The fish by the wharf
She told her cellmate his dick's like a dwarf
But she