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I don't wanna dollar no and I don't want no private jet
I just wanna sit up in my house and smoke up on a splif
Yeah I think this rap's gone stupid, like a molecule
Straighten out yo back bone, right I got some cards to sell
Hey
What does that do for you?
What does that do for me?
Drop 5 bills Dap-P; Is you judging me?
Everyday be like fashion week
New Gucci suit on a Sunday
Hit the PJ on a Monday
Why not have it, multi-million mansion
That's out West, in the Calabasas
Does that make me better than the masses?
You ain't gotta always have the answers
Oh you want that new Balmain?
Oh you want that serenade?
Oh you wanna pop champaign?
Yeah, you know that Gold Ace of spades yeah yeah
Or we could keep it simple
Even if we got it and we so official, yeah
I know that they just gon' feel a way
Why wouldn't you wanna come with me?
I already know what you're tryna say, yeah yeah
I don't wanna dollar no and I don't want no private jet
I just wanna sit up in my house and smoke up on a splif
Yeah I think this rap's gone stupid, like a molecule
Straighten out yo back bone, right I got some cards to sell