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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(RamyOnTheBeat)



Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Walk through the door)

Designer, its head to toe, yeah

Young n**** all bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)

My n****, come get your ho, yeah (Bitch)

Paid cash, I dont have a note, uh (I dont have a note)

Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith

Spent twenty racks on my rose chain

These n***** hatin is so lame



Im ballin, need Rogane

Hop out the drop, smokin propane (Yeah)

I do my damn thing