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(Wheezy outta here)
Everybody 'round me say I'm doin' too much
When I got some problems, yeah, the drugs come clutch
Shoutout to the opps, we got another cold case
Shoutout to my shooter, he ain't showin' no face
Shoutout to the driver, fuck 12, he did the race
They typin' on computer, only letter I know is K's
Pull up to the show, I send the hitter and hit the stage
Married to the game, I go to war and I engage
What you drink? We got all the drink, I pour a gallon up
I'm a jerk, took a half of Perc', I fuck with stamina
Money and famе, with a little game, I get thе best of her
Eco-friendly, I just went electric, bought the Tesla (Woo)

Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty (Petty)
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti (Cake)
Animal inside the Lamb', got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff and puffin'
It's under discussion, you don't want these repercussions

I just bought lil' shawty twenty Birkins, now they skate off her
Louis drench her off, and I walked in and I was Hermès’d up
I told that bitch to call me papi, I got my turbans up (Papi)
I'm rich as fuck, really, you need to switch the topic up
Hickory, dickory, dock my salary, ran my credits up
I just bought four bitches the same watch 'cause I'm paid as fuck
Camere in the rearview Lambo', when I see I'm speedin' up
Hey, what you want? I keep my bitch to get her tummy tuck
Too many cameras in the club, gotta keep it low
Gotta hit this tummy up, pushin' up nose on the brand new or the four-four, but the day I'm tummied up
Sick of these broke-ass, petty-ass niggas and hoes
Bitch, I'm Ghost, birthday came, I bought me a two-tone roofless white Rolls
Cash got the two-tone, AP Vegas edition, my nigga, you ball
Birthday, I'm cakin' these bitches, not fakin' with bitches, I'm real as the road
Keep a few tools, the niggas, they all in they feelings, they ready to explode
Dropped my chain on the ground and now this bitch gotta dry her toes

Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty (Petty)
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti (Cake)
Animal inside the Lamb' got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff and puffin'
It's under discussion, you don't want these repercussions