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16 ounce, big bottle Brand new pack, it's a big order I'm clutch, I don't need no fifth quarter Sippin' on dirty like Flint water Bro put a switch on a SIG Sauer That re-up like a reward That whip had to re-route it Pull up in that big body There's nothin' you can do about it My bih pushin' big body, new Audi I'm in that mode, I can't get out it I was at the ATM, tryna see how much I can get out it Bro in the trap, he got six watches I can fit two to three phones in my big pocket I can go three for three, nigga, let's bet on it Nigga, let's bank on it, I'll put my bank on it I can bring water to the beach and put sand on it I'll turn a gold if I put my I can turn a gold if I really put my hand on it I ain't even plan on it, I ain't even playin' with them I can't even stand niggas, can't put out my hand with em I was tryna bump these niggas music, but I can't listen Money counter runnin' through the bands with it And I'm goin' way, way up, can't land with it I been runnin' through CC's, I don't know Chanel Brand new package and it came out the mail Got me some P's and I got me a scale Got no degree, I'm just makin' em' sales I ran it up solo Free up my bro out of Bordeaux I can pour up with my eyes closed Sixteen ounce of that dodo 16oz, big bottle Brand new pack, it's a big order I'm clutch, I don't need no fifth quarter Sippin' on dirty like Flint water Bro put a switch on a SIG Sauer That re-up like a reward That whip had to re-route it Pull up in that big body
Writer(s): Marcus Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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