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Whoa, whoa. Oh, whoa, oh, whoa. Scat Dash. Oh, oh. AD, what up? Up late night tryna touch a Mil. I can't starve for no nigga, I'm in A different field. And I ain't worried 'bout no Bitches, tell this bitch to chill. And I'm a street nigga just tryna make legit M's, uh. Don't tell me what you need, I Ain't tryna intervene. Actin' like you figure me out, tryna get you Out your jeans. Lil' bitch, I'm 'bout a bag And that's the only fuckin' thing. Too much money in this pocket, it can't fold, Just increase. I know how you feel when you Get up out these bills. You can add a Little friend, we can make this shit for real. Takin' shine after shine, I won't drink but I Will. Let me hit you from the back and You gon' ride and steer the wheel. Can't fuck with messy bitches who gon' talk about The thrill. Bitch, I'm on a different wave like The boat got some wheels. Just to fuck with me, I don't want no Pussy with a smell. And I love it when You wear them grey tights and bony jeans. The streets is what I love but can you Show me what it is? Show me. But can you show me what it is like? But can you show me what is? Love the streets, but you show me what it Is. Look, no more group threes, let me upgrade Your leg room. Somethin' like silk, it's a meeting In my bedroom. Vibin' off the mushies, might gummy, That's that red room. Private sex party, girl, you Starin' in that red room. We don't do dilemmas, have you singin' like you Kelly. Drop that dick off, let me put it In your belly. Singin' Tevin Campbell, girl, I'm Ready. Used to be that Marriott nigga, only W's Your telly. Would you fuck with a nigga if I wasn't famous? Lot of ones in the past, All them hoes nameless. Overseas, showtime, Girl, we watchin' Shameless. Quick trip to the Caymans, it's only payment. Meanin' what I say. No need for occasion, We could do this every day. Westside, this is how we do it in LA. On my mom till, baby, we can play. What you say? Yeah, yeah. Up late night tryna Touch a mil. I can't starve for no nigga, I'm in a different field. And I ain't worried 'bout no bitches, tell this bitch to chill. And I'm a street nigga just tryna make legit M's, uh. Don't tell me what you need, I Ain't tryna intervene. Actin' like you figure me out, tryna get you Out your jeans. Lil' bitch, I'm 'bout a bag And that's the only fuckin' thing. Too much money in this pocket, it can't fold, Just increase. I know how you feel when you Get up out these bills. You can add a Little friend, we can make this shit for real. Takin' shine after shine, I won't drink but I Will. Let me hit you from the back and You gon' ride and steer the wheel.