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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Damedot] I'm off an eight of drank Ridin' on the freeway, goin' fast, tryna peel the paint (Classic) This nigga loud, sayin' he gettin' money, but we know he ain't I left with a quarter ticket on me, 'bout to break the bank I just dropped the top, feel the ocean breeze Like she's prayin', this bitch on her knees This food we eatin' Japanese This car I'm in two hundred G's She suck me up, we in a sleeve I know these bitches sick of me Ayy, you ain't tryna cop, quit callin' my phone Left in the plain jane, came back froze I don't give a fuck 'bout nonе of these hoes Instagram modеl give me head in a Rolls Call me Capo, I know Pablo He gave me one thousand tacos We just took a trip to Cabo Flyin' with the work like Ralo Fuck a bitch, you know my motto You know we put paper first I fuck a bitch and make her squirt I heard you in some paperwork That lil' shit you flashin' in your picture, spend that shit on work That money that you think you savin' up, I spend that shit on shirts Bless her like this bitch at church Fuck a bad bitch, then I buy her a purse Take her to the hood, I'ma buy her a Perc' [Verse 2: G.T.] Bet I can fuck by the end of this verse Dumb bitch don't even know what she worth I'ma put the lil' ho straight to work I'ma be fly 'til I'm in the dirt You can tell it's Rick by the back of my shirt The last nigga that lost you dumb Should've been like me and turned you up Flood your neck in VS1 To me, that lil' bitty watch ain't nothin' Hey, you rockin' a one-of-one Chanel bag to match her skirt Tryna find to me in them buns I told her, "Your chance is slim to none" Hoppin' off the jet, yeah, hoppin' off the jet, yeah You know the bitch belong to me, she got a big Patek, yeah We got money, yeah, that money came with power and respect, yeah [Verse 3: Damedot] Too many Cubans, I'ma need another neck, yeah All these fuckin' horses in the whip, drivin' reckless I just hit his bitch and I checked her off the checklist She give me some head, I buy her a bag If I give him twenty, he do it, no mask They wanna know who did, it we slidin' in black That switch on the Glock, it be shootin' so fast Pistol in the party, got on Marni with some Dolce shades You play with me, you blowed away She wanna be my ho, no way Drop coupe be shittin' on these niggas like it's Dr. J I should be in Sniper Gang, I'll snipe you from a block away Me and G got a play for the ice like a hockey play [Verse 4: G.T.] Me and Dame got on ice, you could see it from a mile away I just left, went down the way Made a hundred thou' today Came back home, a load of pros, and fucked her on a pile of pape'