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Part I

[Pre-Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

[Chorus]
I don't need no DJ to turn me up, lil’ bitch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, I drive it (Huh-huh)
My bitch do narcotics, yeah, my bitch love them drugs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I'm tryna get next to her

[Verse]
I ain't nothin’ like them other n***as, I'ma give the best to ya
Try to slide in that hooptie, you gon' pull off in a stretcher, yeah
I don't smoke no loose leaf, bitch, this Grabba in my paper
My n***as push up all black, yeah, like Darth Vader
Mask up, bitch, swing yo' blick, do whatever to get that paper
My bitch on whatever I'm on, she like Tomb Raider
Baguettes and pointer stones on, bitch, I'm too paid
Got a bitch who'll fuck whoever in this room, she tryna get laid
Yeah, she go both ways
I’m in this bitch off Oxycontin
Bitch, I’m too rich, you can't tell me nothin’
Bodies drop just like a belt or sum'
Puttin' money on your head or tail
Flip a coin, it went straight in the air, we gonna wish 'em well
You was gon’ die regardless, bitch
Flip her, this a Jeff Hardy stick
Flip her, I'm fuckin' a stripper
She want me to tip her, she know that I'm havin' it
Know some n***as that'll pull up, catch a body, then pull off laughin', yeah
The air, yeah, she got her ass in there
My bag, yeah, I got the cash in there
Swag, yeah, I'm freestylin' this shit
Make a hole, I'm 'bout to jump in the pit
The bullets hot, yeah, you know how it get
Pussy shoulda made it 'cross the fence
N***as be doin' fake drugs, that ain't no Percocet, boy, that is Fent'
I'ma get rich without tryin' even if I get shot nine times like 50 Cent
I'm VL5 in this bitch, she 'bout to ride on this dick
I've been off Earth, ain't nobody liver than this
I've been off Earth, ain't nobody liver than this
Ain't nobody liver than this, ain't nobody liver than this
[Pre-Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Part II

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
All this money comin' in and out like a bank
No Andrew Jackson's, only Ben Franks
Bitch, I'm in the field like Call of Duty, tryna up my rank
Don't matter what cologne you put on, my partner gon' leave you stank
I'm on ten, my adrenaline pumpin', yeah, just like crank
My diamonds punchin', yeah, my diamonds punchin', yeah, just like tank
I'm way too high, she asking me to cum, huh, but I can't
I'm fuckin' on your bitch, I'm goin' dumb
He thought she was a saint, but she not
V-A-M-P-I-R-E, I'm a vampire
V-A-M-P-I-R-E, yeah, I got this bitch vamped out
She ain't had no tattoos, now she got a tramp stamp, huh, with my name on it, yeah
That ain't my bitch if you ain't see my chains on her
I trap and do deals, same line, same phone, yeah
Opium my gang, somebody call Tyrone, they tryna clone us
I'm from ATL, my name ring bells, from Zone 6 to Zone 1
I'm not Drake, I'm not Future, but I'm on one
They upped that Drac', yeah, end his future, he thought he was on somethin'