That damier bag i bought her
Uh...i look in the mirror
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
Damn, uh, nigga drop the beat,
I did your bitch, i just came, uh
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
Uh, appetite for disaster
Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed
Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift
Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo
Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though
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