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Two phones, two bitches, two homes, two sixes
Get money over here nigga
And everywhere that I go
Bad bitches standing there, bad bitches standing there
And everywhere that I go
I got them killers standing there, got them killers standing there
I fuck 'em and I leave 'em, I'm enjoying life
Patron margaritas got her feeling right
A couple señoritas wanna spend the night
If they ain't freaking I ain't speaking cause my game is tight
Got a PYT, got a cougar too
A rich bitch, bank statements look beautiful
Now the lira's in the hemisphere, my life is a movie
X-rated, two groupies, X-rated
You bound to lose, you on some Mitt Romney shit
Scared money don't make money, nigga find your niche
Armani suit stitched up like an inmate on an island
Template on the coupe got these ratchet bitches wilding
And we stay with the ratchets when we wilding
Used to be broke now we gold bottle styling
Gold Rollie styling, Maserati styling
Money keep on piling, bank accounts on Cayman Islands
Do you get it nigga?
And everywhere that I go
Bad bitches standing there, bad bitches standing there
And everywhere that I go
I got them killers standing there, got them killers standing there
I got YSL enzymes, Hermès is in my blood
My killers throwing gang signs all up in the club
It's 2:13 but the coupe is 2:15
Ghost Protocol beam, Tom Cruise make a scene
And shorty got my dick standing straight up
Them tights look like body paint on her
Smoke swishers 'til the L evaporate
Then your bitch evaporate
Promethazine got a nigga incoherent
Marlon Rockwell with the muzzle on it
Let it off, set it off like Cleo
My Haitian bitch holy, she only speak Creole
And everywhere that I go
Bad bitches standing there, bad bitches standing there
And everywhere that I go
I got them killers standing there, got them killers standing there





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