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Tinted Prime Forever I ain't even finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit? Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings (Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok) My whip so tinted Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure) Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny) Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money) No, won't let it get close, no, no Your digital money done ran up That's cryptocurrency, on a Murda beat I know that these niggas can't stand us We drippin' overseas, you can learn from me It's drastic, plastic money in elastic Spooky, Margiela's on my two feet Saks Fifth, run it up for practice Cause I can't bring this money to the casket And I won't bring your bitch outside the bedroom Just copped a new whip with some more legroom Meant to call you back but I'm forgetful When I'm in the States you know my bread blue Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit? Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings (Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok) My whip so tinted Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure) Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny) Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money) No, won't let it get close, no, no It's Donnie, it's Donnie You don't gotta ask who's in it (who?) I need money like I print it (print it) Put me anywhere I fit in (fit in) Been Prime since the beginning Same thing 'till the afterlife (afterlife) Kill shit like a mask and knife (woo woo) Woah, skrt thought the city like NASCAR (skrt skrt) Hitting curbs on the half bar Dodge cops like I'm at large Yeah, trying their hardest to find me (where?) Trying their hardest to line me (how?) Prime Boys like the Eisleys (what?) All of this money's contagious (it stick to me) We doing shit for the ages (its history) I left her lost in the mazes I left her lost in the matrix Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit? Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings (Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok) My whip so tinted Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure) Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny) Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money) No, won't let it get close, no, no Move to the 'burbs I see horses out my window Like the time my wrist glow New shit I got ripped clothes Still keep it on my hipbone Gotta keep an extra clip Gotta keep an extra bitch (woah) You don't know nothing bout moving milli (woah) Adding addys up I'm at like 50 (woah) She keep saying wait till karma hits me (I think she's crazy) She don't understand me, but these dollars get me Man I lost so many people, I stopped keeping count Luckily I have these pills they help me even out Whiss is getting money guess the secret's out And I got a couple shooters that I keep around Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit? Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings (Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok) My whip so tinted Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure) Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny) Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money) No, won't let it get close, no, no
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