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Supa, aha

Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherf*ckin' Rollie
You roll, you suck pole, I f*ck around and roll
I'ma gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like a cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma f*ck her at my mother spot

Steady chasing the check, turned the bank into a nest
Cuban link 'round my neck taking a bird bath
Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match
And if they talking 'bout my game, they speaking all cash
New bitch everyday, I can see they envy and mad
I done f*cked around and got in my bag (my bag)
I done stayed down and got me a bag
No calculators, still doing maths
Gotta add up and tear me a tag
Rockstar, showing up with them bands
I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter (yeah, yeah)
I got Brazillians making me dinner
Took a loss and it made me a winner
Wearing Monclear, it ain't even winter
And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
Add the money up, subtract the feeling
They say slatt when we walk in the building
I can't save her if she going with the fishes
Copped a new gun to switch up my mission
Slime shit, I ran up the digits
Count it with no intermission
Her best friend done gave me the dishin'
I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)
Off the top, roll with a groupie
Have a menage when I land, ah
Today I did Dior and Gucci
My Off-White was lookin' like danger
Three white bitches, I'm a Klansman
Kendra, Khloe and Keira
Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah
Wallstreet money, like Madoff
Yeah, ahah, all that hating ain't phased us
Left to bank like phase on
Still ain't taking no days off

Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherf*ckin' Rollie
You roll, you suck pole, I f*ck around and roll
I'ma gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like a cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma f*ck her at my mother spot

Icy, can I feel it in her tits (two)
Money, money, callin', when I answer phone like, what it do
I keep her wet
Caught a pound or two
Big Ballencies
Yeah, that's what the money do
Yeah, she swear to God that she love me
I was just pouring out the bubbly
I was filling up drinks with this muddy
Draco with me, it ain't about my money
'Bout to drink M&M's
We got and get them and M's
My house a exhibit, it's dim
I was rocking some Off-White Timbs
Let's go!

Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherf*ckin' Rollie
You roll, you suck pole, I f*ck around and roll
I'ma gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like a cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma f*ck her at my mother spot

Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherf*ckin' Rollie
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I'ma gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on the Aventador
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah