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Loud drip need a mop Somewhere where it's hot I gotta walk out the bank with someone 'cause I got a lot On the plane, that's my job Touchdown, we gon' shop I don't even gotta think, I wanna give myself the props Young man in my DM, baby, I can make him stop Don't get mad at me, it's not my fault I'm what he want Pop out with my slimes, I can see Saint Laurent Third party with my bitches, I need to pay my prom I done made my mark Came up from the dark Windows super dark I just had to play my part Y'all don't bite, just bark Been an alien, a 'Rari Got green like safari In a Beamer, can't say sorry I need one of each I said I'm the greatest Circle small, can't breach Y'all girls way too out of reach Somewhere on a beach, ayy Say that I'm a tease Haters get off me please I paid all the fees Loud drip need a mop Somewhere where it's hot I gotta walk out the bank with someone 'cause I got a lot On the plane, that's my job Touchdown, we gon' shop I don't even gotta think, I wanna give myself the props Young man in my DM, baby, I can make him stop Don't get mad at me, it's not my fault I'm what he want Pop out with my slimes, I can see Saint Laurent Third party with my bitches, I need to pay my prom I been out a year Made 'em drop the charges Trappin' and rippin' the road She said that's her favorite car Hermès in the seats Hermès on her arms Saint Laurent and Gucci I been in the mall She been in my DM, shawty actin' like she slime Told her keep it cool, don't try to push me like you mine I turned up my P's, everybody shine Brand new YSL, everybody on the ride Loud drip need a mop Somewhere where it's hot I gotta walk out the bank with someone 'cause I got a lot On the plane, that's my job Touchdown, we gon' shop I don't even gotta think, I wanna give myself the props Young man in my DM, baby, I can make him stop Don't get mad at me, it's not my fault I'm what he want Pop out with my slimes, I can see Saint Laurent Third party with my bitches, I need to pay my prom Loud drip need a mop Somewhere where it's hot I gotta walk out the bank with someone 'cause I got a lot On the plane, that's my job Touchdown, we gon' shop I don't even gotta think, I wanna give myself the props Young man in my DM, baby, I can make him stop Don't get mad at me, it's not my fault I'm what he want Pop out with my slimes, I can see Saint Laurent Third party with my bitches, I need to pay my prom

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