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Conductor, we have a problem C-C, bonjour Now we out in France eatin' french toast, Belstaff trench coat (Uh-huh) Pedal to the floor, whore, the AMG Benz float (Skrrt) Cartier lenses, Dior on my ten toes From the dirt, I rose, plenty M’s is the end goal I made ace hole, turn hoes to a money roll Double dough, the hustle left the cuddies with a runny nose I double buyers and suppliers, seen the powder turn into a solid with Pyrex on thе fire Been the flyest, ghеtto Myers on my dick like I'm Brent Faiyaz (Haha) She masturbate to my flyers, she admired The Devil can't stand inside the eye of the Messiah (Nah) Keep ’em in a hole, they never rise higher Finessin' you was the goal, you sold your soul to the pied piper (Stupid) Shit I touch turn to gold, I'm a prime-time rhyme writer Out for the profit, got brolic pockets (Uh-huh) Fully invested in the product and the process You not this (Nah), fly obnoxious, to the top, rose a couple notches King like Nas in '96, you're novice Your drops'll never be hot as my shit (You niggas trash) Elevated from gettin' my re-up outta mail boxes Plenty hand-to-hand sales, now I'm globetrottin’ Designer clothes to the toes, so the hoes watchin’ (Uh-huh) Take a flick, it'll last longer Keep your eyes on your own paper like class, from where they blast on ya (Boom, boom) Letras de canciones I had to find a way (Uh-huh) For you bum-ass niggas combo, ain’t got the time of day (Never) The money comin' fast, pronto, ándale (Cash) I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh) I had to find a way (I did) For you bum-ass niggas combo, ain't got the time of day (Never) The money comin’ fast, pronto, ándale (Cash) I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh) I'm out to touch plaques that say "platinum plus" (Uh-huh) Your favorite rapper's a pack, I roll 'em up and puff Do you dirty like John Cuff (Uh) I come from a line of hustlers that probably sold your mom stuff (Haha) Little powder, pebble for a fifty (What else?) Pill for a dub, now my face on Channel 60 (Haha) Left the game, ain't looked back, don't care if it miss me (Fuck) Millions in my future, servin' fiends in my history Fuck you niggas on the scene, your CD a frisbee You and your sneakers on lean, watch me style in misery Ain't no one fuckin' with me over Conductor shit (Nah) We globally gettin' dockets while you stuck on a sunken ship Way down in the jungle deep The badass lions stepped on the signifying monkeys From Letras Mania