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[intro]
yeah, uh*uh

[chorus]
yeah, i buy too many—
yeah, i buy too many clothes, it’s true
hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so i can be close to you
i’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am i supposed to do?
but i’m countin’ up paper every single night like i’m supposed to do
yeah, yeah, i put all black on my clothes and shoes
these n*ggas wack, i don’t know ‘em, yeah
these n*ggas wack, i don’t know these lil’ dudes
that hoe a lame—yeah, that hoe a lame, no, she is not mine, lil’ dude
i think that she better off rockin’ with you
’cause both of y’all lame, and y’all do what y’all do

[verse 1]
yeah, my prada her ass and her boots
yeah, rick owens my shirt and my shoes
yeah, i fly in the muhf*ckin’ baddie in this hoe
wanna f*ck, and i’m like, “okay, let’s do it”
yeah, i ride with a stick, that’s true
yeah, i keep a fine b*tch, she cool
yeah, i ride with my blood, yeah, they bool
yeah, when i’m with my crip, we cool
[chorus]
i buy too many—
yeah, i buy too many clothes, it’s true
hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so i can be close to you
i’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am i supposed to do?
but i’m countin’ up paper every single night like i’m supposed to do
yeah, yeah, i put all black on my clothes and shoes
these n*ggas wack, i don’t know ‘em, yeah
these n*ggas wack, i don’t know these lil’ dudes
that hoe a lame—yeah, that hoe a lame, no, she is not mine, lil’ dude
i think that she better off rockin’ with you
’cause both of y’all lame, and y’all do what y’all do

[verse 2]
yeah, i do what i want, and no, i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas no more
yeah, i’m still gettin’ paper, these n*ggas out here still broke
yeah, i can’t f*ck with no hater, we shoot ‘em up like a b*tch doin’ dope
yeah, and that glock got a laser, no, i won’t miss, i don’t need a scope
i don’t miss, lil’ b*tch [?]
hit his b*tch, now that’s my new hoe
we keep a drac, no ovo
i got black and white hoes but don’t like oreo
she use her face, then i tell her bend over
i like the porsche [?]
these n*ggas lame, yeah, they jokes
tell them f*ck n*ggas jump from the top floor
okay, she cool, she on go
if she can’t keep up, then i gotta let her go
my diamonds cool, yeah, they cold
and i spend a couple racks to put on this coat
i’m not playin’, not no more
what they sayin’? ion know
she a fan, yeah, for sure
she a fan, yeah, for sure
[chorus]
i buy too many—
yeah, i buy too many clothes, it’s true
hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so i can be close to you
i’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am i supposed to do?
but i’m countin’ up paper every single night like i’m supposed to do
yeah, yeah, i put all black on my clothes and shoes
these n*ggas wack, i don’t know ‘em, yeah
these n*ggas wack, i don’t know these lil’ dudes
that hoe a lame—yeah, that hoe a lame, no, she is not mine, lil’ dude
i think that she better off rockin’ with you
’cause both of y’all lame, and y’all do what y’all do

[outro]
i buy too many—
yeah, i buy too many clothes, it’s true
hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so i can be close to you
i’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am i supposed to do?
but i’m countin’ up paper every single night like i’m supposed to do

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