( Antt did the track) 'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig? I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig? A couple million plus I spent on clothes, ya dig? Bitch actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, ya dig? (Boom-boom) These lame-ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know I did (You know what I did) Got three hundred pounds at the spot and they all disappeared, you know where they went (What?) Ain't worried about a ho tellin' her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich (Know) Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit (Yeah) I'm a hot head but my heart cold, that bitch just won't unthaw I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts I'm a real player, if you play it wrong, you can't keep the shit that I bought Got white girl like Mary Jane, trap swingin' like Peter Parker Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the shit I taught him On Rodeo in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, 'Hell nah' Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though, but your ass better not get caught (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)

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