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Lambo music, blew the roof off. Italian suede seats make me feel too boss. Tossing up racks like, fuck the cost. And my swag got a disease, call the Red Cross. my money right like the opposite of wrong. So get out your ruler, this cash too long. They like, call the bank and a nigga phone Home. I smell like money 'cause this homegrown. Nigga, I'm cocky, all white Versace. Bad Puerto Rican sitting right beside me. She barely know my name, she just call a Nigga papi. Grabbing on my chain 'cause the P So rocky. And then I beat it down like The ones did Rodney. Pull out a stack like, let's go shopping. Your money long, then my money popping. I got that grown money, my nigga, I'm gupping. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. Papered up like a newsstand. Saxophone swag, I'm giving niggas the blues, Man. Getting bitches wetter than a motherfucking Pool can. Top let back, I'm on the freeway Zooming. Cartoon speakers so my shit's kabooming. Trolley bone niggas, so on y'all I'm pooping. That means I'm shitting on you haters. And I'm not talking three-piece suit and some Gators. I'm on that scotch and soda with a Pinch of dirty English. I bet that you gon' lose if we war Who the cleanest. The bitches wanna fuck me once They peep out demeanor. And I just say, "Well, I'll be damn" like A Bieber. I'm getting fast cash like a motherfucking Cheetah. Got stripes in my city, but I'm nothing Like a zebra. This is reality, my nigga, I am not a dreamer. And if you think I'm lying, then I'll make you a believer. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. lean the roof to the back, got a Chick in the front. Got my lips to the Blunt, so we high of course. And I always gotta stun in that new two-seater. Wait 'til you meet her, 2010 Porsche. I wanna feel the wind, so the roof got Divorced. Meaning I don't need the top like the Beginning of the chorus. And my shit giddy up like on the back Of a horse. I'm in the booth spitting flames Like the tip of a torch. First gear, second gear, third gear, fourth. I'm outta this bitch like a brand new baby. Out the Beamer, Benz, and Bentleys, I want the Mercedes. Or a SS Camaro, new school or the '80s. Fuck you, pay me, I need my chips. Like a bag of hot fries, I put some Heat on this. 'Cause my swag is through the Roof and you niggas need a boost. I'm in the coupe with a chick and she Chucking up the deuce. Hit 'em. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like. My roof back, my money right. I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running Like.