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I just threw a stack on my wrist to watch them diamonds dance

Yo bitch threw it back I only want her neck don't drop ya pants

Came in dressing formal these RAF Simmons shoes don't rock no vans

Weed be my aroma I might never land like Peter Pan

I can't chase the cat like fuck all that bitch this ain't Tom and jerry

I know that they talk behind my back I don't need commentary

That boy said he doing this and that whole time I know he scary

But I ain't with all beef fuck the talk my chopper speak

I just went and blew a back off white Dior on my feet

Racks so big my pockets sag don't wear belts amiris jeans

You hear money when I speak I put diamonds on my teeth