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Versace - Meek Mill
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It's killers real n**gas
That's all in my posse shooters
I'm getting so rich that
They making up rumors that I'm illuminati rich
Just me and my n**gas
We killin' these b**ches go body for body murders
These suckers be hating
They praying to God that I don't cop a bugatti
Hold up drop the top on the rari
Pull in the club and
I'm stopping the party
Hold up got b**ches on b**ches
They poppin' on molly's
I'm prolly at follies with peewee and tip
Questing with Lou
I did everything that
I said I would do
I really won't tell you that
I'm better than you
But we're not on the same level as you
'Cause the G55 got a hell of a view
Regular n**gas make regular moves
With ya regular b**ch and ya regular crew
And you n**ga still smokin' on regular too
Like word
What a shame my n**ga
Louboutin' blood like game my n**ga
Get left tryna aim my n**ga
Like Saddam Hussein my n**ga
I'm whippin' this brand new machine
100 bands in my jeans
Call yo b**ch Barry Sanders
She done ran through the team
I got hoes out the D
They playing on the team
Do anything for me
I mix that xan with the lean
Hold up let me get it back
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I'm gettin' this money
I'm stackin' my broccoli racks
I'm running my city
You might gotta pay me if you land
On my property tax
I bought the boardwalk and I parked on the ave
Sh*t my life's like monopoly
You caught a new case and you got outta jail
Boy you look like a cop to me
Get out of jail free card