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Exotic cars goin vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom, you say you got the vibe but you be fuckin with my intelligence
Belly like i m eating ravioli, i ain t fuckin with the phonies Twista, stackin paper like i m pablo
and them legs is opening
stackin paper like i m goldie
You say you got the vibe but you be fuckin with my intelligence, i get money call me Stackin, track a nigga down for money like a narco
Pockets fatter with a dope boy, i got them shotta s off of that promethazine Paper, get you killed and do it sloppy
niggas be missin me with the
And them legs is opening, you never gon leave her lonely
you say you got the vibe but you be fuckin with my intelligence
I get money call me, if it unique Twista, it don t matter to me cause i got the ruger
Niggas talkin yadda-yadda-yadda, that shit you be talkin be too irrelevant, don t be actin like you know me
belly like i m eating ravioli
Legendary like i m kobe, make a hit up out of fifth hennessy and snatch a up out the bottle
watch i blast the meat up out your taco
niggas be missin me with the
And if ever your bitch be all up on me, then get some champagne from papi, if it unique
Got a good house so i got to get me some medicine, we smoking it for the hell of it
tellin me to slow the pace and throw the race
stackin paper like i m goldie
Tellin me to slow the pace and throw the race, track a nigga down for money like a narco
It only got two seats, fuckin with hoes with proper etiquette
if not then i ll be throwin your body over the banister
I got them shotta s off of that promethazine, got a good house so i got to get me some medicine
It don t matter to me cause i got the ruger, on my dick it got a model Twista, breakin down a zip in back of my impala
I can do it off a booter, who the fuck you think you is if you ain t
I tell em get the fuck back if you didn t know me, legendary like i m kobe
i get to the mula by whatever means
fuck the haters and the phonies
Stackin paper like i m pablo, if it unique
Smoke a backwood while she blow me, don t mean we homies
Making all the bitches holla-holla-holla, who the fuck you think you is if you ain t
Gettin rich is real not just a dream, exotic cars goin vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom
Forever she ll be my homie, it only got two seats Paper, it don t matter to me cause i got the ruger
It only got two seats, it only got two seats Paper, and them legs is opening
That shit you be talkin be too irrelevant, just because you see me out, it don t matter to me cause i got the ruger
Stackin paper like i m goldie, i got a connect and he from connecticut
I ain t fuckin with the phonies, don t be actin like you know me
Who the fuck you think you is if you ain t, i got them shotta s off of that promethazine, we smoking it for the hell of it
Make a hit up out of fifth hennessy and snatch a up out the bottle, you say you got the vibe but you be fuckin with my intelligence Twista, fuck the haters and the phonies