Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
A legend have to bow, africa
Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Gucci loui fendi belts with the suede felt
Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago
Roll up niggas be like sex
Thats presidential rolex.
Why cant i be famous
On the slow jam of love
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