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Yo, look 3 times winner, I'm on my 4th chip These Forgiato rims came with a forklift I was raced around like alley cats so I talk slick I drive slow and take time, I don't walk quick Deep pockets and even deeper fears My tax bill is sobering, I'm tryna see de Beers Brazilian baddies in blue and green brassieres And we make pie in my circle I'm tryna keep 'em here I ain't hearin' any gossip from the UK If he gets road he'll let it bang that's what the youts say I'm making all the wrong decisions off the D'Ussé Old link cut before I cut her off, touché Put him in a fiasco, get him loopy It's hands off, I can't lie and it's too bait I always keep and ugly cutter on a cute date Keep your hair on babygirl, you know I'm too paid Whole loada ex-links wanna sex me But can't even text me, they type but the text's green Used to wanna drive past 'em in the X3 And now the stunt is that I'm platinum, x3 They wanna talk about my shortcomings My flaws inherent bro I preheat the crib when I'm heading home I'm married to the money, smell the pheromones Letras de cancionesI don't fuck with secret service babe Let's make the wedding known You pussy rappers spineless I put 200k on my left wrist The only word to describe this one here is "timeless" Man can tell me 'bout them vestments, I'm the investment I got hit these triflin' yatties with a quick assessment I'm in a fit from the future like I'm George Jetson It's a capital drop, you see Miyaki I drive a spaceship push to start, don't need a car key It's Off-White AC Milan, this isn't khaki 2Chainz I'm on gyal with back, I'm not a titty boy I party 'till the sky blue, I'm a city boy I like my girls and my champagne chilling, I need it bubbly Ain't nuttin' better than rosé dinner and female company And when I step it's Maybachs if I feel like it I said step but really I'm just floating through city With the curtains drawn closed and some teal lighting She knows the ice is platinum water, she wants steel-pipin' From Letras Mania