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LyricsI’m talking, I’m talking live on Sunday type sparkleNah mean, big money only50 Bottles of Ciroc, tell the waiter to […]

I was fucked up, but bitch I’m backI wasn’t in the club ho cause I was in the trapI see

Man you the black god in the arena, man. Let these peoples understand the full magnitude of what we representin’.

[- Ab-Soul (Wale):]One time for my real niggas, yeah they fuckin’ with meYeah they fuckin’ with meTwo times for the

I usually love sleeping all aloneThis time around bring your friend with youBut we ain’t really going to sleep at

Hold up wait a minuteY’all thought I was finishedAdvertisements Fuck you mean boy?I spent a thousand on these mu’fucking jeans

[Hook: Meek Mill]I’m stuck in the trap yaI’m trying to get back yaI spent all this damn money on these

Look hey look, 50 bottles of sirroc let’sGet the party startedI pull up in the spaceshipThey thinking I’m a MartianI’m

LyricsAdvertisements Aye, AyeI said tell me what’s really going onPhilly back up in this bitch I’m readyI’m in my bagSound

LyricsAll this money in my pocket I be showing offWhen they play me in the clubThem hoes be going offThey