Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
 G, G
 Back home, smokin' legal (legal)
 I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
 Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
 Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (who you say you was?)
 Don Corleone
 Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (strapped)
 Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
 Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (what you gotta do?)
 Bring the clip back empty (it's empty)
 You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (sent me, dawg)
 I just broke her off with a ten-piece, dawg (ten-piece, dawg)
 That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg
 It's just a lil' ten piece for her
 Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
 I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
 I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
 If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
 When your back against the wall
 And a bunch of ***** need you to go away
 Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
 Saw you last night, but did it broad day
 Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
 Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
 Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
 Still goin' bad on you anyway
 Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
 Whoa, whoa, ah
 I could fit like eight racks in my Amiris (eight racks)
 Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (back-to-back)
 If you fuckin' with my opps just don't come near me (get out my way)
 Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (brrt, brrt, ooh)
 Richard Mille cost a Lambo (that's a Lambo)
 Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (salute)
 Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (extended)
 Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (that's a Fendi)
 For real
 She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
 Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (ballin')
 I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (that's Lori)
 That's the only thing I want for Christmas (true story, uh)
 I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (facts)
 You ain't livin' that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (that's cap)
 You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (brrt)
 DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' bad (ooh, ooh)
 It's just a lil' ten-piece for her
 Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
 I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
 I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
 If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
 When your back against the wall
 And a bunch of ***** need you to go away
 Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
 Saw you last night, but did it broad day
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