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Who that dropped again? Who that dropped again?
You can tell by the way they dress, I’m the latest trend
Don’t let that go over your head, let it sink in (Run that back, Turbo)
Have ’em chop your dread, let that sink in
Whip that Lamborghini, the two-seater, like I drag (Drag)
I can put some Pucci on her coochie, yeah, I’m nasty (Nasty)
I’ve been giving them love all my career, this year, I’m taxin’ (This year, I’m taxin’)
Don’t let that go over your head, let it sink in
Have ’em chop your dread, let that sink in
Ten million on a check, all I need is a pen
Nigga, I barely get rest and my patience thin
You can tell by the way they dress, I’m the latest trend
I don’t care if she pretty in the face, that shit don’t make her a ten
When you built off faith, your shit don’t break or bend
Know this shit be fake, you still gon’ take a chance (Take a chance)
Bet they let me cook with the pots and pans (Pots and pans)
Comin’ in second quarter, I’m ’bout to hit the gas (Skrrt)
I’ve been keepin’ shit cordial, I be ’bout to crash (‘Bout to crash)
Twenty-four inch Forgis on a black sedan (Yeah)
From shoppin’ on Mr. Porter, now I go shop in France (Go shop in France)
One-of-one jeans from Gucci, these ain’t Dapper Dan (Nah)
Bet these niggas be goofy, I got a master plan
Got my feet kicked up, I’m kicking like Jackie Chan (Wah)
Fifteen hundred or nothing, I got a pack from Rance
Connects ‘cross the border that I can call on hand (Call on hand)
Don’t let that go over your head, let it sink in (Sink in)
Have ’em chop your dread, let that sink in (Sink in)
Ten million on a check, all I need is a pen (Yeah)
Nigga, I barely get rest, and my patience thin
You can tell by the way they dress, I’m the latest trend
I don’t care if she pretty in the face, that shit don’t make her a ten
When you built off faith, your shit don’t break or bend
Live my life like a movie, how I do it? You can imagine
I spent trip this winter in the jacuzzi, in the cabins (Cabins)
Bought me a brand-new mink, it’s made by Louis, screamin’ fashion (Made by Louis, screamin’ fashion)
Forgiatos, these ain’t Davins (Nah)
Pullin’ off in a Spyder with the top off, I like that one (That one)
Back on choosin’ to cypher, ’bout that paper, I’m gon’ tax ’em
Care if you niggas don’t like it, you gon’ face me, I’m the last one
Whip that Lamborghini, the two-seater, like I drag (Drag)
I can put some Pucci on her coochie, yeah, I’m nasty (Nasty)
I’ve been giving them love all my career, this year, I’m taxin’ (This year, I’m taxin’)
Don’t let that go over your head, let it sink in
Have ’em chop your dread, let that sink in
Ten million on a check, all I need is a pen
