Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain´t got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that´s your range

When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said Rick Owen boot they be knee-high, mane
Now when I look down you know I can´t see my ankle
Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don´t wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that´s her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, mane
King of my city like Leon, mane
´Head of these niggas by eons, mane
She let me touch for the freon, mane

So you know that´s a must like Elon, mane
They was hatin´, I was spendin´, you was savin´
Man, I´m countin´ up green like a pea pod, mane
I was holdin´ down my team like my name was Peyton
Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartier´s got diamonds all in the middle
Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, mane
Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane
Everybody got Rollies, that´s two time frames
I said my side girl tryna be my main
And I said my main girl keep stalkin´ my side
I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (Skrrt)
In this Rolls-Royce truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo)
Rickity-racks that´s all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks)

I´m turnt to the max, these lil´ itty-bitty niggas know it´s up

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain´t got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that´s your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it´s up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin´ all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don´t need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me (Woah)

Wearin´ Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Woah, I´m too litty
Yeah, bitch look like Chinese Kitty (Yeah)
1942 in my section, no Remy (Let´s go)
Took JT, out the city (Yeah)
I can make a ho get way too sticky
Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (Woah)
Hold up, don´t you got a whole situation? (Damn)
Livin´ my life, too risky (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
How you doin´, Uzi? I´m doin´ great
I pulled up in the foreign, let´s race (Skrrt)
Yes, I stay with some money on me (Money)
Only thing in my pocket, big face (What?)
It´s amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist

It´s amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain´t even go in my safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It´s amazing to me how these niggas don´t know me but still find a way just to hate (Yeah, yeah)
It´s amazing to me how back then she didn´t want me but now she wanna go on a date (Yeah)
It´s amazing to me how she ask for them racks, told that girl get the fuck out my face (Ha)
It´s amazing to me how I´m eatin´ so much and I still didn´t gain no weight (Woah)

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain´t got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that´s your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)

Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it´s up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin´ all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don´t need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin´ Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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