[Chorus: Derek]
[?]
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[?][Verse: Jay Critch]
Yeah, eh
We spend ten on command
I get so high, I don't wanna land
Left hand full of rubberbands
Grab her ass with the other hand
I put the money together
[?] designer on me, this italian leather
Orange whip look like chetter
I let her ride in the front seat, then she get wetter
Shorty sexy, I be all in her belly
With that heater, make a movie like Belly
Getting hot in here, feel like I'm Nelly
I've been [?] and I'm not even sweating
20 fake, I don't fuck with them fellins
And we hustle hard, like the [?]
And the diamonds go crazy, go [?]
And I smoke on that gas like I'm Snoop Dogg
And the hundreds is blue like [?]
Big body, I don't want the coupe though
I told her to pull up, 'cause she freaky
I'ma go to her, stay for the weekend
She told me she want molly, she geaking
OK, we geeking
Watch your back, 'cause these people be sneaking
[?] season
Hood Fave, I score every season
Nd my diamonds kicking [?]
I'm in New York like [?]
You know my team, 730