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The money ain't shit to a nigga like me Supreme white lows, Supreme white tee [?][0:55] on the crib, iced tea I'm a rich junkie, you got a pint clean? Girl, your ex man, next man nothin' like me Walk in the club, make a movie, word to Spike Lee You can never be, niggas rappin' on my type beats (What?) Have you ever seen a hundred G's in some tight jeans? Motor growling, let me in, let me hold the liner On an island, silk shirt and it's new Gabbana Money, power, I'm a prowler, wanna fuck a stylist Got her topless while I'm vibin', I'm just in here rhymin' I'm just in here coolin' Playin' stupid on these niggas, I know what I'm doin' Niggas ain't really down, they just with the movement Nigga say he gettin' money, nigga, where your jewels at? Certified, I ain't gotta prove it (Gucci down) Gucci down, but my bitch in Pucci (Gucci down) Forgiats, what the fuck is Rucci? (Forgiats) A thousand beans stuffed in her—
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