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[feat. Audio Push, Problem, Hit Boy & Juicy J]

I'm fuck as drunk - wait - no, I'm drunk as fuck
I know my limit - and I ain't had enough
Hey you with that ass - shake that shit
Tonight is what you make of it, so motherfucker...
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So motherfucker
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[Verse 1:]
Pop it, wobble, shake it, pop it, wobble, shake it just for me
Gold around my neck and I ball, girl, I'm Mr.T
You give that girl a couple shots
And I guarantee she gon' shake for free
She says she don't dance with the lights on
Eat the rice on, guess what, girl? It's that V
Now let me stop playin' with ya, girl, I'm a cut to the chase
I'm a leave your back broke when I stroke
You gon' need you a brace
Right now my mouth look like a pot of gold
A couble diamonds in it and Ace
And any nigga in here broke is a life wasted, disgrace
I covered my face and said


[Verse 2:]
They say that pussy interfere with loot
Still in the club - pocket full of miracles
Other niggas throw ones, let me show up in Jamaican 'do
Franklins on top of Franklins, I could probably build a school
With this amount - I got six accounts
Getting so fucked up everything I say is mispronounced
Swimming pools full of liquor and I'm floatin' through the current
Tryna pour a couple more, goddamn, but I am slurring - fuck it


[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I step in the club, my sack right
Smoke in the club, my pack right
So many M's I hustle good
Juicy be keepin' that trap right
Got a bad bitch, that ass tight
Smoking on kick and my eyes tight
And I don't do no talking, man
Cause bandz gone make her act right
It's the Trippy K, Juicy J
Stoned all day, don't need a break
Ain't talking money, get out of my face
Ain't talking trippy, get out of my way
Feds watching, I know this
All this money, I'm thrown'
All the strippers they goin'
I got a stack and they know it
That's cause I love to show it
Cocaine money
Guess that's why I blow it
They watch me like a movie
Just like fam', I'm Nolan
Franklins I be holdingg
My bank account growing
And pistols we be toting


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