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[Producer Tag] Wheezy outta here [Verse] Uh Who the richest in the city? Got this whole shit litty, yeah My young nigga caught him a case for a blicky Been in jail all his twenties He just came home, he on parole He's still riding with his pole That nigga out of control He just pull up and unload He just gon' lift up your soul I used to stand in the cold Trying to just get me a Nautica [?] Went and got me a load and I got on the road I came back with that product and got on the stove Same with my hand on that Prada [?] I'm whipping, I got a few O's Extra I'm smoking [?] My chains and my watches is froze Twenty bands in each pocket, pockets is swole (Talk to 'em) I just made a few dollars In other words I just made a few commas Came a long way when I stayed with my momma Louis V drip, Virgil made my pajamas I'm made for the beef, I was made for the drama My youngin shoot K's like his name was Osama My bitch from the hood, yeah, she straight from the bottom I leveled her up, man, I draped her in Prada, yeah You [?] writing love letters (Look at you, nigga) She [?] pussy the Machine 'cause I fuck better Got hammers on the waist, got the bulletproof on the sweater, yeah Always in the designer drip with the double letters Double C's on my bitch, double V's on my wrist, yeah [?] in my kitchen Couple keys, couple bricks, yeah Rocking designer kicks, all Machine diamonds hit Had to remind the bitch I'm rich Shit that I spit gotta rewind the shit The big money, I had my mind on that shit Don't care what nobody else doing Bet I'ma get mine in this bitch Where y'all niggas at? [?] in this bitch I was somewhere just chilling just minding my business Then I heard this beat and then I got inspired Went straight to the booth, lost my mind in this bitch Bitch from New Orleans, she fine as a bitch Got that shit from the back, lost my mind in that bitch After I nut, never minding that bitch You won't see a mind like mine, this is it (That's it, nigga) [Outro] Machine, aw man I just been getting way too rich, way too fast Yeah Bitches love street niggas with a bag They love street niggas And bitches love rich niggas And I just happen to be both Yeah Get out of pocket, we got drums for you fuck niggas though