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Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part Ayy! That part Bang this shit in the hood one time Lil bitch I'm back and poppin' Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit Quarter million, switchin' lanes... that part Bet my bitch move the same old thing... that part 405 with the gun off safe... that part Ayy I'm still tryna make that plate Bitch up on the Q's your fate Style on top of style, nigga Five years I've been rich, nigga Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga Pushed Porsches down Broadway I've been doggin' different hoes, nigga Got a chain that's worth the Rolls, nigga Got an engine back with the top in it Nigga drivin' it like it's a bomb in it Letras de cancionesMe no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay! (That part) Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ Y'all don't feel me, man this ain't okay Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded Rich nigga, still eatin' catfish That bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish If I walk up out of Saks Fifth Have the paparazzi doin' backflips If I lay you down on the mattress Blow the back out 'til you backless Thick, we already established She just got 'em done, bra-strapless Yeah! Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay! (That part) Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle (That part) Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part) Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part) Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part Ayy! That part Bang this shit in the hood one time Lil bitch I'm back and poppin' Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit Few million made and still ain't changed... that part Me, my girl got matchin' bling... that part I'ma get so blowed, I'ma lose my brain... that part Me and Ab-Soul only thing go straight Need me a bitch that'll go both ways Style on top of style, nigga Since a youngin' I wanted to ball, nigga Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga Got a Chevy with side to side on it Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it Got a chopper that stand the fire too I put your uzi down beside you Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part Ayy! That part That part That part Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part) I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe Pimpin' at my weddin', man I feel like Jordan Trippin' at my weddin', I be runnin' away Ain't say shit, nigga You was listenin' close though You was listenin' to hoes though You wouldn't listen to the flow though Listen to the 'Go Listen to a young nigga from the 'Go though I'ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew? When I'm with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg Get that nigga on the phone Top Dawg on the phone! Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah! From Letras Mania