[Chorus]
(Aston Martin Phi)
All this cash I done spent
All these hoes I done fucked
I ain't got no understanding
I don't really give a fuck
Treat that foreign like a rental
Hundred racks stuffed in my denim
And my jewelry cold, December
And I'm ballin' till next winter

(JuJu)
All this cash I done spent
All these hoes I done fucked
I ain't got no understanding
I don't really give a fuck
Treat that foreign like a rental
Hundred racks stuffed in my denim
And my jewelry cold, December
And I be ballin' till next winter

[Verse 1]
(Quez)
I be flying where it's sunny, I be chilling in Miami
N***a all this fucking jewelry, all gold like a Grammy
N***a try it if you want, youngin' got that you understand me
We some young wild n***as, we don't got no understanding
[?], we make movies we don't panic
Want that molly, holla at Greezy, got that 50 dolla Grammys
Made a milli off of touring, might pull up in something foreign
We got money, I do too, but I took yo bitch because you borin'
Turn up!
(Ali)
All this money this shit ridiculous, 'bout to buy another truck
If I know just know I fucked, keep it on me yea it's tucked
Inna [?] throwin' 50, out in MIA with Diddy
I'm the flyest in the city, got her geekin' off that Whitney
'Bout to hit up Magic City, 'Bout to say hello to Kitty
Man I swear to God she miss me, That's what she say everytime she hear me
Man I'm fresher than a bitch, Spent 600 for the kicks
We gon shoot ya if you snitch, First I hit you then we switch

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[Verse 2]
(Strap)
Inna Bentley with the kicks, doin' donuts inna 6
All this fuckin' street money, I can cash out on them bricks
All these hoes I done fucked, All this cash I done spent
When the plug call me up, know them bands comin' in
All this fuckin' drug money, put Pirelli's on Asanti's
I'm posted in the hood I got that muthafucka bumpin'
Audemars Piguet them haters hatin' that I done it
Ain't no understanding, Mac 90 hold a hundred

(Luciano)
Hundred racks inna demin, birds stashed inna fender
Break it down, chicken tender, Gettin' money my agenda
Gotcha bitch inna [?], doin' thangs for the scrilla
Ridin' down, 20 geekin', speakers busting through the window
Muthafucka you remember, got the hoes [?] like Thriller
Matte black Maybach like Zilla
Take a bitch with a pair of Margiela's
You can keep fuckin' that broke n***a, or come fuck with a dope dealer
Got my ice cold, need a chinchilla
Pop a molly make ya gun a little thinner, you remember?
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