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[chorus]
all my jewelry on, all my sh*t on
all my phones on, all my hoes on go
n*ggas tryna’ get down, tryna’ get on
b*tches always come around, puttin’ they p*ssy on
b*tches always come around, tryna’ f*ck my homies
i’m all my cheese b*tch, i’m ’bout my macaroni
and i can’t let no cheap b*tch get too close to lonely

[verse 1]
yeah, check out my chains, check out my rings
yeah, check out my jeans, check out my jean jacket
i’m a balenciaga fiend, demna jeans and jacket
is your b*tch a opium fiend, now she claim she [?]
if she suck me clean, i’mma step it
all these n*ggas grown as f*ck, but baby [?] with some pampers
got so many clothes on the floor, ain’t got no [?]
[?] blue plate rich, had to show ’em the way, i can’t even help ’em
all these haters snitch, i can tell they gon’ tell
and this b*tch tryna’ suck my d*ck, cause i’m fly as h*ll
f*ck 12, n*gga, f*ck the ps, free my bro out the cell
all these n*ggas sayin’ that they rich as f*ck, but i can’t tell
[?] my d*mn closet, i guess i’m rich as h*ll

[chorus]
all my jewelry on, all my sh*t on
all my phones on, all my hoes on go
n*ggas tryna’ get down, tryna’ get on
b*tches always come around, puttin’ they p*ssy on
b*tches always come around, tryna’ f*ck my homies
i’m all my cheese b*tch, i’m ’bout my macaroni
and i can’t let no cheap b*tch get too close to lonely
[verse 2]
bad b*tch, back up, i take the cash and make it flip, but i ain’t use no spatula
i’m only 21 years old, i live like a bachelor
bad b*tch ass so f*ckin’ fat, i always make her back it up
i’m in a ’23 cadillac truck, every time i’m backin’ up
i spend that cash and make some cash, i don’t miss no bucks
yeah, i’m all the way turnt up, b*tch, huh, i’m turnt
yeah, i’m all the way geeked up, but i’m not burnt
i go up a double cup and then i fly right off this earth
i go cop a blunt [?] n*gga that 16
i got way more than 1 ps5, this ps10
i’m in every city, spending cash, huh, i’m with ken
all my fits european and my diamonds so cold, you can ski ’em

[chorus]
all my jewelry on, all my sh*t on
all my phones on, all my hoes on go
n*ggas tryna’ get down, tryna’ get on
b*tches always come around, puttin’ they p*ssy on
b*tches always come around, tryna’ f*ck my homies
i’m all my cheese b*tch, i’m ’bout my macaroni
and i can’t let no cheap b*tch get too close to lonely

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