Fifth Day Dead Video (MV)

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Moncler coat, 'cause I'm the coldest out
I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
Twelve bend the corner, me and the dawgs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you rackin', big gold Patek's rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist, it's like my main bitch toes
I cut the top off of the Benz, that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots for recess for all my kids in the back
Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why all of 'em brats

Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red

Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh, she rockin' big aces
A pussy nigga wishin' he could trade places
I told a nigga, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Maison"
I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze
150 for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pinecone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home

I been countin' money all night long
Until my dawgs who can't fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin' out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a barbie

Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red

Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh no
Say, ooh, no
Yeah