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DJ Legal, Mafia Music. Huh. Roll another one, huh. Said I'm never lackin', designer fashion stackin'. Pull up Maserati, got the engine snappin'. Skrrt. Wait, wait, wait. Woo. Ay, ay, huh. She like the way that I flex. She like the way that I move. She like the ice on my neck. She like the vibe in the coupe. And she throw it back for a G. Throw it back for a G. Yeah, she throw It back for a G. She throw it back for a G. Amiri, Amiri, Cartier, Cartier. Uh. Porsche nine-eleven, know I'm driftin' through the Rain. When it storms, I flame. She like the way I bang. Bang, the way I bang. Walk in the spot, I'm lit. Cuban link and a brand-new fit. Off-White tags, Balenci' kicks. Whole crowd froze when I take a pic. She know I'm up, no cappin'. Racks in my jeans, no lackin'. Two-tone Rollie, iced-out bezel. Push that key, my foot on the pedal. She like the way that I flex. She like the way that I move. She like the ice on my neck. She like the vibe in the coupe. When it storms, I flame. She like the way I bang. When it storms, I flame. She like the way I bang.