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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Banco I've got brass knuckles, Cartier's I can't lie, seen harder days Shit be easy when you're born and raised By the G code and I keep on With the 3 tone not 2 Margiela, my shoe Nigga you tryna be me You should just try to be you I love my friends, I love my crew I'm at Pappadeaux's, eatin' lobster claws If yo bitch look good I'mma knock it off I knock it off like horse play Makin' it rain like I storm chase Fuckin' around with that horse hay That greenery, that greener weed Ain't none really what it seem to be Like damn, why you try to act like You ain't never seen nothing like me before Girl, you know I'm beautiful And you know we own the world, we due for dough Just stay away from all these stupid hoes [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] You got all of these plans Man, we ballin' and I bet I bet I bet I bet.. She will pick up the phone if I call her again Then I'm waitin' on that wet that wet that wet that wet.. You mad cuz I'm getting it direct direct direct direct.. And they wantin' my connect connect connect connect.. Man I'm getting it direct direct direct direct.. And they wantin' my connect connect connect connect.. [Verse 2: Mano] Rollin with kid, nigga know me M-A-N-O young OG Fresh motherfucker with the Balmain jeans Rollin' down the street in a new M3 Blacked out, my feet low Nigga quit hatin', I don't fuck wit y'all I'm so cold, I'm worth gold My old school got some tig ol Bitty she pretty I'm in that special committee At 15's we runnin' shit All hail to the new government In L.A. we chillin', pimp as we swag And knowin' what's up when she's poppin' them tags DMO3, doin' these things It's like I've got work because of me We shower, we drink We dope as shit We pop it, we get it Then spend it, submit it My niggas is killin' We out here let's get it I fuck with them niggas that got it so get it He's trippin' it, he's pimpin' Don't you slip and fall with them digits That cash reeled these bitches Around us so get this [Hook] [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] I need sex, neck, checks Man I need all 3 of those in that order Lookin' at palm trees growin in South Florida Couple of bomb freaks gettin in that water What's the deal? What's the deal? Baby what's the deal? You signed for the low could you adjust the deal? Pop a little Molly, girl, it's just a pill I'm the type of nigga you can trust, for real That Fendi sheets, I'm tryna bend the streets You on bended knees, I'm with Benjamin And I would never injure him While I roll another Timberland I'm Mr. Marble Floors, gravel streets Any motherfucker that be cock the beat Two bad bitches and they down to eat One another for the calories I bust down and I X pockets Still spendin that Black Mags money I'm whippin' I'm whippin' I'm workin' the bag Always on time never catch a nigga slippin' Hoppin' out the whip, I'm the new Scottie Pippen Lookin' at the swag, man it's still drippin' Man that swag be drippin', yeah [Hook]