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Say my name You got a ring Hiding in my dam in front Tiffany’s Make it you clappy, could place in for me I’m listening, I’m listening Yeah I won that You can’t afford, you can’t afford I’m maxing out on Forbes list Yo, I bet you never seen a black card, back off I could fetch you a condo on my backyard I'm a grown queen, doing grown things Tryna find my hand underneath the gold rings Make you get in line Better recognize opulence, opulence Recognize Opulence, opulence Opulence, opulence Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence I own everything baby I kick it up and take it down They can get the ring But they’ll never take the crown It end over till the valet take a bow Letras de cancionesI'm catching up I'm catching up She’s in Nikes and sweater I wore it last season better They're chasing after Brooke Candy Cause they don't know how to get her It's my ride on the front It’s my queen of Celine Got these bitches so jealous I hope they look and get green I’m on everyone’s radar I bet that’s why they hating I’m in red bottoms baby But I’ll slip on my flavour Couple shots, it’s a blur Someone call me a cab And this twist is so icy Gucci Mane is like Bart I'm a grown queen, doing grown things Tryna find my hand underneath the gold rings Make you get in line Better recognize opulence, opulence Recognize Opulence, opulence Opulence, opulence Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence I own everything baby I’m pulling up in that no-no What? Bet you wish that I know you Brooklyn off in that new no Getting paper Make that thing your coddles Opulence, opulence Opulence, opulence Recognize opulence, opulence, opulence I own everything baby From Letras Mania