100 Large

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100 Large

Smoke DZA · Thanks Again · 2021 · 2:43

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This is It's the big fuckin' horse Champagne sippin' and all that, Harlem nigga, Money Ave, let's go Money nigga and I make it known (Facts) You can tell by my posture over the lobster and filet mignon (Ha) No elbows on the table, just food She wanna take a flick while I'm eatin', bitch move (Damn) The way I kick my shit, you would think I switch shoes Yankee logo on the Guccis, New York nigga, big move Yeah, I'm heavy on it I ain't buyin' if I can't step all on it (Nope) Hit GNC to get the melatonin Devil on my shoulder, never am I sober (I am) And with every bar, I accelerate the culture Master pedal on the Rover I forgot about more money than you done had I was drunk when I bought her a bag 'cause shorty bad I said, "It's only cash" (Cash), then push the button, drop the rag Like I didn't wanna do the dishes Please don't confuse me with niggas (Talk) 'Cause they fraudulent and they talk to officers I'm tryna get a new deal, I'm in offices I'm bringin' hustle back like we're Slausoners (LOL) Get it? Hustle had the Slauson on his back, what up? Ayo, Dirt, I'ma spin the block on these niggas, I'm goin' back in Mocha leather sleeves on the Lauren varsity I'm a Sag, so astrology says I'm known for archery Shootin' where the target be Half man, half horse, ironically (Hahaha, ask your bitch, nigga) Six figures (Cash), wrist lit up (Cash) Shorty want the surgery that make her tits sit up Fuck it, I'll blow a bag on your body, came from the lobby I went to Japan for some hot sake And posted 'cause I know the opps watchin' Yeah, I'm gettin' money while you stuck on the couch Tryna figure shit out All in my mentions tryna diss me for clout (Facts) But the money's in my way, I can't see you Wash the cash, now it's legal, I'm (Ha) Spillin' champ' on these yuttas, they beeline Like these rappers, they be lyin' Engine purrin' like feline Peel off after the fiend finish wipin' the wheels off Residue on the ones, was wipin' bills off, LOL True fuckin' story, nigga Take your lil' fake raps back to your fuckin' crib, nigga Go home to your wife and kids, nigga The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Niggas out here really playin' at a high level Touchin' all types of fuckin' paper, nigga I got on a thousand dollar pair of Gucci shades right now, nigga, LOL

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