You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
Even though im ugly, no seriously they love me
Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines
I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes
Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear
I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel
Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....
Lucky seven probably poppa
When im rubbing that big fat award in there face
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
Be woken up and face it, that y'all got ugly faces
I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million
Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen
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