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Uber Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pinnacle at the top Tryna show you how I ball baby I be driving foreign cars baby Bring you shopping at the mall baby I'm just tryna show you off baby Wanna shoot you to the stars baby Wanna shoot you to the stars baby You are baby Iphone making money moves You know I'm tryna make a mil baby I don't need to pop a silly front She wanna tell you how I feel baby Let me know you keep it real baby When I slide you hold the steel baby You already know they deal baby Please don't ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah I'm taking her home cause she seem that she don't [?] when I'm flexin I'm running it up for me and you, don't ask me no questions A lot of niggas try to hate on me but I'm just running up a bag Three Jane don't miss a ni*** riding up in a Jag I cannot trust your word I know what you niggas is for You ain't gotta roll a lease I don't got a minute at all Smoking that moon and she said he's gon send her tomorrow Cousin was yesterday, f*** her today then I'm gon f*** ehr lil sister tomorrow Tryna show you how I ball baby I be driving foreign cars baby Bring you shopping at the mall baby I'm just tryna show you off baby Wanna shoot you to the stars baby Wanna shoot you to the stars baby You are baby Iphone making money moves You know I'm tryna make a mil baby I don't need to pop a silly front She wanna tell you how I feel baby Let me know you keep it real baby When I slide you hold the steel baby You already know they deal baby Please don't ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah She be showing me her real colors, yes sometimes I gotta let it go And sometimes I gotta let her know, change the bag with me baby She finessing on these bitches got me feeling like I'm a make a pass on the daily Get the dome put them peas with me we going half on a baby Introduce you to real niggas you can detect that these niggas is lame And she know that I'm balling she see the gold cartier on the frame Rolls Royce without the brain thousand dollar balmain Bet you know how it came Bitch I do it all for the fortune I don't do it for the fame Tryna show you how I ball baby I be driving foreign cars baby Bring you shopping at the mall baby I'm just tryna show you off baby Wanna shoot you to the stars baby Wanna shoot you to the stars baby You are baby Iphone making money moves You know I'm tryna make a mil baby I don't need to pop a silly front She wanna tell you how I feel baby Let me know you keep it real baby When I slide you hold the steel baby You already know they deal baby Please don't ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah
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