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[verse]

manhattan on forty seventh, the diamond district

all foreign, italian leather we riding different

circle litty on private jets, we flying different

city looking like parents told you their child’s missing

i’m working for it, you watch it happen & then complain

get a plane, travel europe, like ‘get away’

ya’ll flexing ‘bout it i don’t believe you, now put it up

ya’ll selling what? to f-ckin’ who, now cook it up

models paying extra to eat some meals wit’ no carbs in it

baby ain’t like kilos, unless it’s c-ke from some drug dealers

me oh my, it’s lucky we in the car chillin’

grams in the backseat, like my mothers mum’s wit’ us

[hook]

where the hoe’s, where the c-ke, where’s the henny?

where they at, where they at, we want plenty

where them models from shows wearing fendi

where they at, where they at, we want plenty

[verse]

yacht master rollie on me, we ain’t in the same boat

loui thou tread count, i don’t need to stay woke

b-tches on me megan fox, ya’ll be trying dej loaf, 

one call i’m in the box, calling from a pay phone

your girl a c-ke head, baby loving my rolex

f-cking wit’ me she focused, f-cking you she don’t notice

she ain’t f-ckin’ no broke men, talking hunnits i throw them

valentino, it cost me ten for her cloak dress

soda whipping the models b-mping, the party lit

they popping zanax in change rooms at pilates gym

ain’t talking bundles of c-ke then what did you come for

million b-tches out here and i’m about to f-ck yours

[hook]

where the hoe’s, where the c-ke, where’s the henny?

where they at, where they at, we want plenty

where them models from shows wearing fendi

where they at, where they at, we want plenty

[verse]

gang gang, we bought a bag to get lifted with

presidential it’s diamond covered, dripping wrist

love the light hittin’ it, the glitter is ridiculous

y’all flexing wit’ those rollie’s but can’t show certificates

grant hyatt on collins often, it’s standard

bape hoodies wit’ prada printed bandanas

wearing hoodies wit’ ‘cocaine and caviar’

we be up at vue de monde, cocaine and caviar

had the gang, we was trapping out a bedroom

now we in rover wearing money, extra leg room

looking for a family a wife, kids and mistress

riding for paper by any means, i’m serious



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