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  Oh, oh, oh-oh
  Oh-oh-oh
  Oh-oh-oh
  Oh-oh-oh
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  Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team
  I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine
  Hermes in my day and a bag for Celine
  Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream
  I told her the machine, rocking Jordan-sized rings
  I told em we unruly, hes a rat out down the streets
  I made it out the dope hole, cappin off a P
  We been selling out shows, backends through the week
  Pass me a lighter, dont fuck with writers
  Im in the sky, Ive been high as a kite, uh
  New fashion icons, put the whole world on Spider
  We can do without one, aint have to use a writer
  New Saint Laurent, Ive been dripping since diaper
  Private plane flying, I know that no fighter
  Fourteen young ladies with me like a minor
  I could no longer sit back and be silent
  Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
  I know you a star, put a gleam in em, yeah
   another bitch
   other drip
  Used to 
  In a different court on another roll
  Patek em like a doja penn, yeah
  But you got no remorse, Gucci corduroys, yeah
  Lamborghini Urus, is a motorsport, yeah
  Fly away to Europe, just to shop of course, uh
  Ive been gettin this money since the raw reports, mm-mm
  Ive been getting blue hunnids, payout some of the North, mm-mm
  Who afford the coupe when you silent?
  All these bags, Im sippin drugs, my cup muddy, uh
  All this glass, drip Piguets my shit flooded, yeah 
  Prada bags, she got ass with no stomach, yeah 
  Gucci bags, clean my glass, then you splungin
  I splashed on a hunnid, you look sad in that Honda, yeah 
  Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
  I know you a sta— ...
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