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[Hook:]
I’m f-ckin’ drunk – no, I’m drunk as f-ck
I know my limit – and I ain’t had enough
Hey you with that ass – shake that shit
Tonight is what you make of it, so motherf-cker…
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[Verse 1:]
Pop it, wobble, shake it, pop it, wobble, shake it just for me
Gold around my neck and I ball, girl, I’m Mr. T
You give that girl a couple shots
And I guarantee she gon’ shake for free
She says she don’t dance with the lights on
Eat the rice on, guess what, girl? It’s that V
Now let me stop playin’ with ya, girl, I’mma cut to the chase
I’mma leave your back broke when I stroke
You gon’ need you a brace
Right now my mouth look like a pot of gold
A couble diamonds in it and Ace
And any nigga in here broke is a life wasted, disgrace
I covered my face and said…

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[Verse 2]
They say that pussy interfere with loot
Still in the club – pocket full of miracles
Other niggas throw ones, let me show up in Jamaican ‘do
Franklins on top of Franklins, I could probably build a school
With this amount – I got six accounts
Gettin’ so f-cked up everything I say is mispronounced
Swimmin’ pools full of liquor and I’m floatin’ through the current
Tryna pour a couple more, goddamn, but I am slurrin’ – f-ck it

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[Verse 3:]
I step in the club, my sack right
Smoke in the club, my pack right
So many Ms I hustle good
Juicy be keepin’ that trap right
Got a bad bitch, that ass tight
Smokin’ on Kick and my eyes tight
And I don’t do no talkin’, man
‘Cause I’mma bands her, man, call it ackrite
It’s the Trippy K, Juicy J
Stoned all day, don’t need a break
Ain’t talkin’ money, get out of my face
Ain’t talkin’ trippy, get out of my way
Feds watchin’, I know this
All this money, I’m thrown’
All the strippers they goin’
I got a stack and they know it
That’s cause I love to show it
Cocaine money
Guess that’s why I blow it
They watch me like a movie
Just like fam’, I’m Nolan
Franklins I be holding’
My bank account growin’
And pistols we be totin’

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