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Aight I’m on 'em like click clock, red dot

One flinch, fifth pop, head shot

Rap is mine, hip-hop, headlock

Time is money, tick tock, bread drop

Red drop top down while she top me off

Cause I make the paper double like I’m running copies off

Keep running circles around rappers and I’ll be signed

But I’ll be dammed if it ain’t looking like a Audi sign

Fuck it pop some bottles off its party time

My flow over niggas heads like an Arby’s sign

Where they do that at?

I’m from where they doin' it at

I’m prob’ly up in Gucci coppin' everything you pointed at

Wrapping rubber bands around knots on niggas

So your bitch follow me when she not on Twitter

You know I keep a chick or two

Just trying to bring a chick or more

Known to take three chicks and put 'em in a figure four

Boy, you can see the game through this artist’s eyes

I push a yellow school bus I got retarded drive

I’m from the bottom boy, I don’t give two fucks

Broke up with my bitch and all I needed was my toothbrush

Give me some polo V-necks and some new chucks

And I can make a couple hundred thousand out of two bucks

Little kids screaming, «Los bring the roof back!»

And when it disappear they screaming, «Los bring the roof back!»

I’ll have your ho parting thighs in my new V

I had your whole starting five in the 2−3

I’ll bitch your starters and make them start to bitch

I’ll bench ya starters and make you start your bench

Nigga I start the Bentley and garage the six

Hook up with two broads around five and menage at six

5.4.3,2, uno

Clique push weight like we do sumo

Wrestling, no question, Los flexing, don’t test him

Y’all niggas got, no bitches, no bottles, no section

And I ain’t got no pity, no sorrow, no remorse

I’m married to the mothafucking money, no divorce

She morse, she dripping, she wet, she cumming

She told her girlfriend she said, «Next time, she coming!»

A-long cause I make her cum a long time

'Til it sounds like she’s humming a song of mine

When a ace on the table, jokers get they queen took

Beat her with the dope dick, leave her with the fiend look

Drop-top Mazi’s on Asanti’s that’s a mean look

Three-quarter-sleeve Gucci button down, clean look

Riding with a redbone, look the way her team look

So you better bet it’s goin' down like a Kareem hook

Yeah I want the milli-ons and not the one that Dream took

Point three, ghetto dope bitch I let the thing cook, uh…