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Ayy, this is a trademark production

I rock the Fendi, love the Dior
Draped in Margiela, Mason galore
Balmain the sweater, Tom of the Ford
Fell in love with it, I pour up some more
Can't love these bitches, they fucking on everyone
I know she gon' give that pussy to anyone
I need that pressure, a pound at the minimum
Shawty gon' choke on that dick like it's cinnamon
All of the ice, bite like piranhas
Hop in that G-Wagen, look like a Tonka
I catch a nigga, I swear he a goner
You catch me dripping in Dolce Gabbana
Flying the private, ride G5
None of 'em mine, keep 'em in line
Passing these hoes, put in rotation
We only go, never vacation

Touch in your city, we rocking the stage
Purchasing diamonds then get 'em appraised
I hit some obstacles, just was a phase
Two bitches stay with me, Pinky and Brain
Free all my niggas who stuck in that cage
I'ma do just what I said like a prophecy
They niggas envy, these boys just some mockeries
Picking up vibes, take your ho on an odyssey
I swear to God, know my mama, she proud of me
Fuck all these niggas and bitches who doubted me
Japanese drip, ho, I'm rocking the (N)ine
Thinking he slick, he get hit with the 9
I hit the finger-roll, clutch
Grew up with niggas ain't going for nothing
This bitch, she freaky, she fucking for some
Eat on that dick, put your hair in a bun

I rock the Fendi, love the Dior
Draped in Margiela, Mason galore
Balmain the sweater, Tom of the Ford
Fell in love with it, I pour up some more
Can't love these bitches, they fucking on everyone
I know she gon' give that pussy to anyone
I need that pressure, a pound at the minimum
Shawty gon' choke on that dick like it's cinnamon
All of the ice, bite like piranhas
Hop in that G-Wagen, look like a Tonka
I catch a nigga, I swear he a goner
You catch me dripping in Dolce Gabbana
Flying the private, ride G5
None of 'em mine, keep 'em in line
Passing these hoes, put in rotation
We only go, never vacation

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