Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
In the streets ,i guess this shit is a mess
I don’t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards,
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And for this moment no i won't ditch you
This shit is like a sport we do,
They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage
This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch
Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate
I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake
My shit is full of it spending money ten dollars a dime
Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time
A couple milli in the bag and my face good
Get a gold or two bitch, this shit is textbook
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
But my shit is like an melody,like a strategy
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