Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
Came from a pail of garbage, hard as nails, trailer parks,
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
If you wanna be the first to drive mini stars to parks
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Now it's time to eat
And stop playing hide and seek,
And remember what i said and
She got me caught up in the moment
Know just what your worth
And their mothers and fathers
The only time i flirt with her
And don't ever (and don't ever)
What the fuck happened to rap when
And get it again and again
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