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Let the record show that I been breakin' records

Even though I'm soundin' like a broken record

Been around the world twice now I'm back, bitch

Ion even have to check the price cause I'm that rich

Let the record show that I been breakin' records

Even though I'm soundin' like a broken record

Had a model waitin' on me for that Houston leverage

Tell them bitches add some vodka to my beverage

If they want the beef I got the stroganoff

If they come for me I swear to God I'll knock they noggin off

I just did they numbers in the summer while I'm strokin' off

I just heard your album, I can't lie, dawg, I was noddin' off

Woah, catchin' all these Z's, dawg, I'm sleepy

I just met Ty Dolla $ign, I know you won't believe me

I know I'm annoyin' but your bitch don't wanna leave me

If we make a movie you can catch it on the TV

No, I ain't really tryna be rude

Just got back to LA, I had to pay all my dues

That charter flight from A, I had to check on my dudes

I'm changing up the scenery like they change they moods

Uh-huh

Let the record show that I been breakin' records

Even though I'm soundin' like a broken record

Been around the world twice now I'm back, bitch

Ion even have to check the price cause I'm that rich

Let the record show that I been breakin' records

Even though I'm soundin' like a broken record

Had a model waitin' on me for that Houston leverage

Tell them bitches add some vodka to my beverage

Pourin' up in Florida, I'm cuttin' up in Biscayne

Heatin' up, thermometer, don't care what a bitch sayin'

RIYAN drops a date, I know that feeling's scary

Changing up they rollout like I tell 'em "Get to runnin', Barry!"

Talkin' all that shit, you got a mouthful

I'm sorry that my tweets just ain't about you

Never made a post just to spite you

Can't believe you really thought that I would wife you

Back home pushin' ceilings but they treat me like a villain

Never heard of jealousy cause I don't know the feelin'

Postin' on the gram so they can see I make a killin'

Know they want the worst for me but I'm still countin'-

Killin' this shit, turned the game to a ghost

Not feelin' the pressure, hoe, not even close

I came to Miami to touch on the coast

Now VIP section ain't even a boast

Rappin' my ass off, I'm fresh off the boat

RIP Takeoff but I'm boutta go

Know that they check for whatever I post

Know they be sayin' Ri doin' the most