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Check. I ain't never been to Cuba before, But I got two around my neck. Something slight though. Check. A-A-A-A. Mac. Damn. Check. Yeah. A-A-A-A. Black ASC, stock Recaro seats. Now every time she see the rag top, She think of me. Parked it right next to The 'Vette for no reason. Let her stay the night, then dropped the bitch At Four Seasons. Every time I drop a new tape, I cop New pieces. I don't even gotta do a show, I'm still eating. I don't need shit from a bitch, but still Keep it. This beat make me wanna cop a Robe and two pieces. Quarter mil' spent on the whip and still feasting. Show my young niggas in the hood that they Can get it. I'm hitting one-fifty down Bob Speedway. Race the M6 on my way to John Daly. I been shopping at Trader Joe's crazy lately. Cleaning my Rolex, watching movies from the '80s. I ain't rode my bike in a month, I Been craving. Calculating every fucking cent, I been saving. Mac. Recaro seats, nigga. These motherfuckers hitting. Something slight, nigga. Numbers. Getaway whip, got it parked in Emeryville. Five dollar white tee, but I'm worth a mil'. It's magic. Roof disappear, Copperfield. I'm sitting on my couch negotiating deals. It's money overseas, that's something that I need. She been tryna give me that since 2015. Life of a mack, thousand dollar laps. If it make sense, nigga go on and get The cash. Gotta have a plan, take care the Fam. Make sure the tires on the whip wiped Down. Anything under ten thou', I just laugh. You gotta understand love, My time is valuable. Never show your hand, the bitch got you heartbroken. I'm counting up bands, I gotta stay focused. Views of the ocean, Louis V loafers. Even when I had nothing, bitch I wasn't hopeless. What's happening? Recaro seats, nigga. A-A-A-A. Check. Peanut butter seats, nigga. Something slight. Numbers. Good job, Recaro. Mac. Yeah, numbers. A-A-A-A.