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I'm at Rodeo, I just dropped a bag at Neiman's

All up on my hoe, YSL from head to toe

Undercover, I switch seasons up

Undercover on my top, YSL on my jeans

Out in Milan with my thot, rocking Chanel

Space coupe, we been off of 2H-B

All up in the club, my side hoe want more drugs

Can't hear the things she said

I'm on them drugs, I'm out my mind

She want love, but I want bands

Don't know nun, but pouring up lines

On my waist, like Calvin Klein

No, they won't see me decline

2K watch, that mean too fly

2 watches, still take my time

It gets hard when tablеs turn

Leave her alonе, and she'll be fine

It gets hard when bridges burn

I won't stop the rest is mine

Used to want a GLE

Now I need a Range Rover

Ask her what she want from me

I can't rearrange her way

I can't leave it, I can't leave it

Walk in with that firearm, every time I delete it

I get Moncler early, every winter season

If she say that she's cold, I would let her keep it

Wake up, get some racks

Next day, then I repeat it

She played herself in the end, I hate to see it

I left the club with two bitches, she was peeking

Told Pain let's get Chrome

Went Soho and spree it

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I'm at Rodeo, I just dropped a bag at Neiman's

All on my hoe, YSL from head to toe

I've been undercover