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My mansion sittin' on 40 acres
Who da neighbors
Kobe Bryant from tha' Lakers
Now that's paper (Who?!)
Kobe Bryant from tha' Lakers
Now that's paper (Who?!)
Kobe Bryant from tha' Lakers
Now that's paper (Who?!)
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Big cribs, lot of cars, enormous prices
I ain't gon tell you what i spend but my blood might
Get money, get pussy, smokin' weed forever rub that money in my palms cause it grease better
Whole real estate, came with a lot of zeros (How you do that mayynee!?)
Sold to a lot of people, over 30 million sold, that's a lot of people
Now i got a big crib that fit a lot of people
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Straight from the projects, now i ride Maserati (Mmmhmm!)
The life of a mob nigga, I think i am John Gotti (Mmmhmm!)
Bank statement proof (Mmmhmm!), I buy what i chose (Mmmhmm!)
I say 40 racks, and I throw it out and I'm cool (YOU KNOW IT!)
Got all these thirsty bitches think I'm gon' pay 'em
Dick you can, but money you gets nan'
No need for rich fans, the owner know who I am
Two bottles of Rosé, two models in both hands