My jeans cost a thousand My whip from the old school Nothin' but bosses around us And you ain't got no pool So much champagne, I drowned in it OG, rolled a pound of it Keep it G, you like the sound of it Came to spend money, who's countin' it? I'm the realest in the drop, just left the dealer In this outfit I'm a killer, tell the coppers I ain't innocent If it's poppin', then I'm in it Own it all, you probably rent it When I talk, you niggas listen Thirty thousand, I'mma spend it Hella bottles in my section Throwin' money on the floor No, I ain't on the guest list I walk right in through the door I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) Mixing gin up with the Tequila Smokin' reefer Got it twisted thinkin' I don't get...
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