Style is patent, the measures is drastic
Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick
There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers
Im lyrical individual im a boy i like girls
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
Boy im feelin zealous, so precious b jealous
Little girl for a big boy,
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
Im blowin money first boy just like i do when i leave,
You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down
Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown
Let me rideuntil i get free
Boy im out here chasing money
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