Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Dey got us f**kin up da store/
Push em till tommor/
Breezin from da tele/
Puffin marijuana/
Whit tee and my pele/
Thuggin like da fars/
Made it rain on dem bitches/
A bucket full of ones/
We got dem golddiggers/
Gone bitches dat wanna party/
On patron liquor/
Car hoppers da hardstoppers/
Catch em at da party call em ball hoppers/
We live up in da sky/
Dey call em star watchas/
Dey chase dope boys/
Trapstars wit fast cars/
And excecutives rapstars wit black cars/
So we could swipe it/
Charge it to da game/
Trips to Aman/
Marcielagos in da lane/

Hook:
She got a thing for sippin Cliton/
Goin clubbin at nights/
Aint nuthin like da love of my life/
She likes da finest things/
And f**k wit niggas if his money is right/
Aint nuttin like da love of my life/
She love da dick/
Suck it till it comes/
She say Im da best f**k of her life/
.she give a nigga da energy he needs/
Wheneva he feels nuthin is right/

Verse 2:
Landin in M.I./
Party till da noon/
Hammas in da ride/
Ferraris go zoom/
All types of incidentals/
Charge it to da room/


From last night buggin/
We mobbin wit da goons/
We hit da town hard/
F**kin wit da ladies/
Bottles of Vivicle/
Puffin on da hazy/
Its all Dejavu/
Seen it all before/
Got on in my drop/
Hammer to da floor/
So I sped off from da spot/
Getting heady rock/
Got her in da tele/
She wouldn't let a nigga pop/
And when I woke/
All I seen was a note/
Nogga follow da trail/
And meet me in ATL/

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Verse 3:
Now we pull up in da A/
Shoppin in Lennox Mall/
Gotta get fly/
Squad ready to ball/
We thinking 112/
Or maybe even Viscious/
Drinks at the bar/
Like baby what you sippin/
Den she told me magic city/
Fat asses aint it pretty/
Dey got me blowin thousand/
Throwin stacks by da 50/
Got some bitches out of strippas/
Gotta get focused/
Im trynna play my cards/
Like a game of strip poker/
Flight up in da morinin/
Gotta get up on it/
When I leave you could tell ya friends about my performance/
And all the time M.O.B. on my mind/
Da weekend was nice baby/
But im back to NY/

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