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Phone on a hunnid percent just like me Goin' live in real life, not just IG My bank balance well balanced gotta match my G I got that flawless honeycomb drip set on my teeth See, I'm a backstreet rider, I'm a slow-paced driver Yeah, I'm crawlin' on spiders, but I'll still race you for the title You gon' go broke stayin' idle, that's why I stay on go I'm focused on my net income, I stay on goal I'm in that drop sittin' low, I sip that wock by the boat My paint drip out on the floor Ice in my mouth ten below, yo What you know about comin' down with the trunk in the air? Chunkin' deuces up as onlookers stare, a true player They know that rich glimmering fresh and them hoes staring Catchin' flights, shootin' spiders in the red baron Twenty one Mclaren, it's just me and Sharon Real clean in that new Celine, that's what I'm wearin' This microphone pays in a lot of ways Yes I'm catchin' plays, havin' slab holidays Whatcha know about it? Never go without it They steady checkin' for the bag 'cause they know I got it Flexin' daily, nothin' free, yeah, make 'em pay me L Dog, chrome 'Lac, reef without the lady Yes, I'm slidin' live, ridin' five-oh tires Letras de cancionesAnd when they see me in the streets, they catch a whole vibe It's the S vibes, hunnid plus when I slide Step outside, don't know which one I'ma drive Look at my phone, don't know which chick I'ma pick It's sugar daddy shit, which one of y'all tryna get rich? Pull out the Caddy, 'cause it's sunny, drippin' on a Sunday Thank you, God, me and my bros still gettin' this money Me and Paul used to crawl down them C walls Me and the Don havin' fun overseas, y'all OG's ball hard like the pros Been about twenty years, we still tippin' on the fours Keepin' haters mouth closed, still stayin' on our toes Went from rollin' slabs to rollin Rolls, bitch, I'm still throwed, thugger From Letras Mania