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- The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune tell
- Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
- Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
- Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
- I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail
- Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
- It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
- Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles
- Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
- I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth quarter sales
- I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
- The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
- I say, "We gotta talk about us, "I feel like Jordan Peele
- Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
- 'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
- And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
- Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
- Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
- That October sky is lookin' ominous
- The money is autonomous
- Shout to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
- And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
- I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
- Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
- Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
- Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
- Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
- I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?
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