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No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n(Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit\n(What you want, yo?)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floors\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? I know you seen the force\nI'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\nHoly tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\nGreedy for the fat guy's platter\nKillin' niggas even though black lives matter\nWeak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\nSteppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\nTell Tyler, better step his flow up\nMix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\nNextel or the Motorola\nYoung nigga prolly never grow up\nPost man with the telephone, uh\n\nBrr, brr, brr, brr\nRing, ring, ring, post man\nWho this?\n\nFuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\nFuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy\nShirt is striped, my shorts are short\nMy Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\nFuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf\nAnd fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\nFuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\nFuck the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren\nNiggas think they really on because they trappin'\nMade about like 30 thousand\nFuck the party, threw the carnival\nAttendance this year was like 30 thousand\nShoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\nMake sure my sapphire's glistenin'\nMake the shit, I wear the shit\nThey cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\nI'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\nMake a tax bracket chain like have you seen my home?\nCrib got a tennis court\nGet my Venus and Serena on\nGolf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\nAmbulance come when I hit the scene\nThat boy flier than a bag of bees\nI got my flowers, life's a jeweler\nDiamond, fingers size of a tumor\nHe's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\nHe's a winner, no not a loser\nFuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\nGoddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\nJanuary, Hawaiian shirts\nBoy this weather ain't got a thing on me\nWhere's the mirror? I'm that nigga\nKunta ain't got much shit on me\n'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\nTo be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\nFuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n\nDoin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\nI used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\nThat's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\nI used to serve it for your mans\nPostman! Who's this?\nWalk, Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.71] Brr, brr, brr, brr\n[00:05.77] Ring, ring, ring, post man\n[00:10.47] Who this?\n[00:12.62] Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit\n[00:16.77] Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit\n[00:20.77] Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n[00:24.94] Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n[00:28.67] This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir\n[00:32.86] Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n[00:36.72] I got money bags\n[00:39.52] I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n[00:40.66] (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n[00:42.05] I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n[00:44.54] (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n[00:45.43] Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n[00:48.65] (Carti, Carti)\n[00:49.42] You can have this shit, you can have this shit\n[00:52.54] (What you want, yo?)\n[00:53.41] Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n[00:55.81] James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n[00:59.53] And I don't know how to act\n[01:00.57] On or off the record, might go axe\n[01:02.28] Harlem back up on the map\n[01:04.01] True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n[01:06.09] Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n[01:08.03] Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n[01:09.94] Who order a piece before they hit the floors\n[01:11.90] Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n[01:13.92] Who else with me? I know you seen the force\n[01:16.10] I'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\n[01:17.85] Holy tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\n[01:20.77] Greedy for the fat guy's platter\n[01:22.84] Killin' niggas even though black lives matter\n[01:26.12] Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\n[01:28.16] Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\n[01:29.86] Tell Tyler, better step his flow up\n[01:31.95] Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\n[01:34.16] Nextel or the Motorola\n[01:35.69] Young nigga prolly never grow up\n[01:37.64] Post man with the telephone, uh\n[01:42.59] Brr, brr, brr, brr\n[01:43.52] Ring, ring, ring, post man\n[01:47.38] Who this?\n[01:49.20] Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\n[01:50.67] Fuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy\n[01:52.89] Shirt is striped, my shorts are short\n[01:54.48] My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\n[01:57.34] Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf\n[01:58.51] And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\n[02:00.81] Fuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\n[02:02.54] Fuck the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren\n[02:04.42] Niggas think they really on because they trappin'\n[02:06.89] Made about like 30 thousand\n[02:08.58] Fuck the party, threw the carnival\n[02:10.27] Attendance this year was like 30 thousand\n[02:12.38] Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\n[02:14.91] Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'\n[02:16.37] Make the shit, I wear the shit\n[02:18.00] They cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\n[02:19.91] I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\n[02:22.32] Make a tax bracket chain like have you seen my home?\n[02:24.79] Crib got a tennis court\n[02:26.78] Get my Venus and Serena on\n[02:28.12] Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\n[02:30.00] Ambulance come when I hit the scene\n[02:31.71] That boy flier than a bag of bees\n[02:33.81] I got my flowers, life's a jeweler\n[02:36.05] Diamond, fingers size of a tumor\n[02:37.90] He's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\n[02:39.79] He's a winner, no not a loser\n[02:41.72] Fuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\n[02:43.68] Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\n[02:47.07] January, Hawaiian shirts\n[02:49.45] Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me\n[02:51.24] Where's the mirror? I'm that nigga\n[02:52.94] Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n[02:55.46] 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n[02:57.20] To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n[02:59.79] Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n[03:01.16] Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n[03:04.82] I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n[03:08.54] That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n[03:13.14] I used to serve it for your mans\n[03:15.48] Postman! Who's this?\n[03:17.99] Walk, Gleesh, walk\n[03:19.09] Walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n[03:20.96] Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n[03:22.80] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:28.90] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:32.69] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:36.39] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:39.83] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:41.80] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:43.07] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:43.58] Walk\n[03:44.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Telephone Calls\n  artist: A$AP Mob\n  album: Telephone Calls\n  duration_ms: 230907\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Brr, brr, brr, brr\n  start_ms: 3710\n  end_ms: 5770\n- text: Ring, ring, ring, post man\n  start_ms: 5770\n  end_ms: 10470\n- text: Who this?\n  start_ms: 10470\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 16770\n- text: Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit\n  start_ms: 16770\n  end_ms: 20770\n- text: Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n  start_ms: 20770\n  end_ms: 24940\n- text: Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n  start_ms: 24940\n  end_ms: 28670\n- text: This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? 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No sir\n  Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\n  I got money bags\n  I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n  (Carti, Carti)\n  You can have this shit, you can have this shit\n  (What you want, yo?)\n\n  Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  And I don't know how to act\n  On or off the record, might go axe\n  Harlem back up on the map\n  True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n  Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  Who order a piece before they hit the floors\n  Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  Who else with me? 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Yuh)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floor\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? I know you seen the force\nI'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\nHoly tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\nGreedy for the fat guy's platter\nKillin' niggas even though black lives matter\n\nWeak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\nSteppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\nTell Tyler, better step his flow up\nMix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\nNextel or the Motorola\nYoung nigga prolly never grow up\nPost man with the telephone, uh\n\nRing, ring, ring, post man\nWho this?\n\nFuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\nFuck with Lionel, man, that shit is gon' get sketchy\nShirt is striped, my shorts are short\nMy Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\nFuck the Gucci, fuck the Ralph\nAnd fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\nFuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\nFuck the Lambo', Tyler only ride McLaren\n\nNiggas think they really on because they trappin'\nMade about like 30 thousand\nFuck the party, threw the carnival\nAttendance this year was like 30 thousand\nShoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\nMake sure my sapphire's glistenin'\nMake the shit, I wear the shit\nThey cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\n\nI'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\nNigga tax bracket change like, \"Have you seen my home?\"\nCrib got a tennis court, get my Venus and Serena on\nGolf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\nAmbulance come when I hit the scene\nThat boy flier than a bag of bees\nI got my flowers, life's a jeweler\nDiamond, fingers size of a tumor\nHe's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\nHe's a winner, no not a loser\n\nFuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\nGoddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\nJanuary, Hawaiian shirts\nBoy this weather ain't got a thing on me\nWhere's the mirror? 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(Nash effect)\n\nTelephone call from Yung Carti, said it's lit\nCall the Young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit (money bag)\nAnd the young boy Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\nFuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\nThis is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffeur\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch (Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit (what you want? 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I know you seen the force\nI'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\nHoly tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\nGreedy for the fat guy's platter\nKillin' niggas even though black lives matter\n\nWeak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\nSteppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\nTell Tyler, better step his flow up\nMix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\nNextel or the Motorola\nYoung nigga prolly never grow up\nPost man with the telephone, uh\n\nRing, ring, ring, post man\nWho this?\n\nFuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\nFuck with Lionel, man, that shit is gon' get sketchy\nShirt is striped, my shorts are short\nMy Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\nFuck the Gucci, fuck the Ralph\nAnd fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\nFuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\nFuck the Lambo', Tyler only ride McLaren\n\nNiggas think they really on because they trappin'\nMade about like 30 thousand\nFuck the party, threw the carnival\nAttendance this year was like 30 thousand\nShoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\nMake sure my sapphire's glistenin'\nMake the shit, I wear the shit\nThey cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\n\nI'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\nNigga tax bracket change like, \"Have you seen my home?\"\nCrib got a tennis court, get my Venus and Serena on\nGolf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\nAmbulance come when I hit the scene\nThat boy flier than a bag of bees\nI got my flowers, life's a jeweler\nDiamond, fingers size of a tumor\nHe's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\nHe's a winner, no not a loser\n\nFuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\nGoddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\nJanuary, Hawaiian shirts\nBoy this weather ain't got a thing on me\nWhere's the mirror? 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(Nash effect)\n\nTelephone call from Yung Carti, said it's lit\nCall the Young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit (money bag)\nAnd the young boy Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\nFuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\nThis is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffeur\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch (Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit (what you want? Yuh)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floor\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? 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I'm that nigga\n[02:53.37] Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n[02:55.16] 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n[02:57.22] To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n[02:58.51] Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n[03:01.55] Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n[03:05.04] I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n[03:08.88] That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n[03:12.55] I used to serve it to your mans, ayy\n[03:15.29] Postman, who this?\n[03:17.42] Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n[03:19.08] Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n[03:20.93] Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n[03:22.88] Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n[03:25.05] Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n[03:26.83] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:29.37] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:31.77] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:34.35] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:36.76] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:39.16] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:41.55] Walk, walk\n[03:42.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Telephone Calls (cu Playboi Carti, A$AP Rocky, Yung Gleesh și Tyler, The Creator)\n  artist: A$AP Mob\n  album: A$AP Mob Videos\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Brr, brrrr, brrr\n  start_ms: 3570\n  end_ms: 6450\n- text: Ring, ring, ring, post man\n  start_ms: 6450\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Who this? 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Yuh)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floor\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? I know you seen the force\nI'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\nHoly tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\nGreedy for the fat guy's platter\nKillin' niggas even though black lives matter\n\nWeak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\nSteppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\nTell Tyler, better step his flow up\nMix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\nNextel or the Motorola\nYoung nigga prolly never grow up\nPost man with the telephone, uh\n\nRing, ring, ring, post man\nWho this?\n\nFuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\nFuck with Lionel, man, that shit is gon' get sketchy\nShirt is striped, my shorts are short\nMy Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\nFuck the Gucci, fuck the Ralph\nAnd fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\nFuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\nFuck the Lambo', Tyler only ride McLaren\n\nNiggas think they really on because they trappin'\nMade about like 30 thousand\nFuck the party, threw the carnival\nAttendance this year was like 30 thousand\nShoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\nMake sure my sapphire's glistenin'\nMake the shit, I wear the shit\nThey cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\n\nI'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\nNigga tax bracket change like, \"Have you seen my home?\"\nCrib got a tennis court, get my Venus and Serena on\nGolf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\nAmbulance come when I hit the scene\nThat boy flier than a bag of bees\nI got my flowers, life's a jeweler\nDiamond, fingers size of a tumor\nHe's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\nHe's a winner, no not a loser\n\nFuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\nGoddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\nJanuary, Hawaiian shirts\nBoy this weather ain't got a thing on me\nWhere's the mirror? 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(Nash effect)\n\n  Telephone call from Yung Carti, said it's lit\n  Call the Young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit (money bag)\n  And the young boy Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n  Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n  This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir\n  Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffeur\n\n  I got money bags\n  I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch (Carti, Carti)\n  You can have this shit, you can have this shit (what you want? Yuh)\n\n  Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  And I don't know how to act\n  On or off the record, might go axe\n  Harlem back up on the map\n  True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n\n  Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  Who order a piece before they hit the floor\n  Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  Who else with me? 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No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n(Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit\n(What you want, yo?)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floors\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? I know you seen the force\nI'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\nHoly tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\nGreedy for the fat guy's platter\nKillin' niggas even though black lives matter\nWeak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\nSteppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\nTell Tyler, better step his flow up\nMix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\nNextel or the Motorola\nYoung nigga prolly never grow up\nPost man with the telephone, uh\n\nBrr, brr, brr, brr\nRing, ring, ring, post man\nWho this?\n\nFuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\nFuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy\nShirt is striped, my shorts are short\nMy Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\nFuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf\nAnd fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\nFuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\nFuck the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren\nNiggas think they really on because they trappin'\nMade about like 30 thousand\nFuck the party, threw the carnival\nAttendance this year was like 30 thousand\nShoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\nMake sure my sapphire's glistenin'\nMake the shit, I wear the shit\nThey cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\nI'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\nMake a tax bracket chain like have you seen my home?\nCrib got a tennis court\nGet my Venus and Serena on\nGolf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\nAmbulance come when I hit the scene\nThat boy flier than a bag of bees\nI got my flowers, life's a jeweler\nDiamond, fingers size of a tumor\nHe's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\nHe's a winner, no not a loser\nFuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\nGoddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\nJanuary, Hawaiian shirts\nBoy this weather ain't got a thing on me\nWhere's the mirror? I'm that nigga\nKunta ain't got much shit on me\n'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\nTo be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\nFuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n\nDoin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\nI used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\nThat's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\nI used to serve it for your mans\nPostman! Who's this?\nWalk, Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.71] Brr, brr, brr, brr\n[00:05.77] Ring, ring, ring, post man\n[00:10.47] Who this?\n[00:12.62] Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit\n[00:16.77] Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit\n[00:20.77] Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n[00:24.94] Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n[00:28.67] This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? 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I'm that nigga\n[02:52.94] Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n[02:55.46] 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n[02:57.20] To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n[02:59.79] Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n[03:01.16] Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n[03:04.82] I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n[03:08.54] That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n[03:13.14] I used to serve it for your mans\n[03:15.48] Postman! Who's this?\n[03:17.99] Walk, Gleesh, walk\n[03:19.09] Walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n[03:20.96] Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n[03:22.80] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:28.90] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:32.69] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:36.39] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:39.83] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:41.80] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:43.07] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:43.58] Walk\n[03:44.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Telephone Calls\n  artist: A$AP Mob\n  album: 'Cozy Tapes Vol 1: Friends'\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Brr, brr, brr, brr\n  start_ms: 3710\n  end_ms: 5770\n- text: Ring, ring, ring, post man\n  start_ms: 5770\n  end_ms: 10470\n- text: Who this?\n  start_ms: 10470\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 16770\n- text: Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit\n  start_ms: 16770\n  end_ms: 20770\n- text: Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n  start_ms: 20770\n  end_ms: 24940\n- text: Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n  start_ms: 24940\n  end_ms: 28670\n- text: This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? 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No sir\n  Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\n  I got money bags\n  I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n  (Carti, Carti)\n  You can have this shit, you can have this shit\n  (What you want, yo?)\n\n  Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  And I don't know how to act\n  On or off the record, might go axe\n  Harlem back up on the map\n  True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n  Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  Who order a piece before they hit the floors\n  Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  Who else with me? 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Who's this?\n  Walk, Gleesh, walk\n  Walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk\n"},{"id":31150410,"name":"Telephone Calls","trackName":"Telephone Calls","artistName":"A$AP Mob","albumName":"Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1- Friends–","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brr, brr, brr, brr\nRing, ring, ring, post man\nWho this?\n\nTelephone call from young Carti, said it's lit\nCall the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit\nMoney clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\nFuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\nThis is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n(Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit\n(What you want, yo?)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floors\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? 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I'm that nigga\nKunta ain't got much shit on me\n'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\nTo be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\nFuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n\nDoin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\nI used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\nThat's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\nI used to serve it for your mans\nPostman! 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I'm that nigga\n[02:52.94] Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n[02:55.46] 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n[02:57.20] To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n[02:59.79] Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n[03:01.16] Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n[03:04.82] I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n[03:08.54] That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n[03:13.14] I used to serve it for your mans\n[03:15.48] Postman! 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No sir\n  Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\n  I got money bags\n  I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n  (Carti, Carti)\n  You can have this shit, you can have this shit\n  (What you want, yo?)\n\n  Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  And I don't know how to act\n  On or off the record, might go axe\n  Harlem back up on the map\n  True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n  Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  Who order a piece before they hit the floors\n  Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  Who else with me? 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No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n(Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit\n(What you want, yo?)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floors\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? 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Who's this?\nWalk, Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk, walk, walk, walk, walk\nWalk","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.71] Brr, brr, brr, brr\n[00:05.77] Ring, ring, ring, post man\n[00:10.47] Who this?\n[00:12.62] Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit\n[00:16.77] Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit\n[00:20.77] Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n[00:24.94] Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n[00:28.67] This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? 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I'm that nigga\n[02:52.94] Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n[02:55.46] 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n[02:57.20] To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n[02:59.79] Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n[03:01.16] Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n[03:04.82] I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n[03:08.54] That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n[03:13.14] I used to serve it for your mans\n[03:15.48] Postman! 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No sir\n  Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\n  I got money bags\n  I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n  (Carti, Carti)\n  You can have this shit, you can have this shit\n  (What you want, yo?)\n\n  Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  And I don't know how to act\n  On or off the record, might go axe\n  Harlem back up on the map\n  True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n  Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  Who order a piece before they hit the floors\n  Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  Who else with me? 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No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n(Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit\n(What you want, yo?)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floors\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? 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I'm that nigga\n[02:52.94] Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n[02:55.46] 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n[02:57.20] To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n[02:59.79] Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n[03:01.16] Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n[03:04.82] I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n[03:08.54] That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n[03:13.14] I used to serve it for your mans\n[03:15.48] Postman! 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No sir\n  Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\n  I got money bags\n  I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n  (Carti, Carti)\n  You can have this shit, you can have this shit\n  (What you want, yo?)\n\n  Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  And I don't know how to act\n  On or off the record, might go axe\n  Harlem back up on the map\n  True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n  Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  Who order a piece before they hit the floors\n  Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  Who else with me? 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No sir\nRidin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffer\n\nI got money bags\nI'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nI'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\nCash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch\n(Carti, Carti)\nYou can have this shit, you can have this shit\n(What you want, yo?)\n\nGodfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\nJames Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\nAnd I don't know how to act\nOn or off the record, might go axe\nHarlem back up on the map\nTrue New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\nPop your Snapple cap, pop facts\nGucci and Dior biddin' wars\nWho order a piece before they hit the floors\nNot even shit you see overseas in stores\nWho else with me? 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I'm that nigga\n[02:52.94] Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n[02:55.46] 'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n[02:57.20] To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n[02:59.79] Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n[03:01.16] Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n[03:04.82] I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n[03:08.54] That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n[03:13.14] I used to serve it for your mans\n[03:15.48] Postman! Who's this?\n[03:17.99] Walk, Gleesh, walk\n[03:19.09] Walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n[03:20.96] Walk, walk, walk Gleesh, walk\n[03:22.80] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:28.90] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:32.69] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:36.39] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:39.83] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:41.80] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:43.07] Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n[03:43.58] Walk\n[03:44.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Telephone Calls\n  artist: A$AP Mob\n  album: Center Parcs 2024\n  duration_ms: 232568\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Brr, brr, brr, brr\n  start_ms: 3710\n  end_ms: 5770\n- text: Ring, ring, ring, post man\n  start_ms: 5770\n  end_ms: 10470\n- text: Who this?\n  start_ms: 10470\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: Telephone call from young Carti, said it's lit\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 16770\n- text: Call the young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit\n  start_ms: 16770\n  end_ms: 20770\n- text: Money clean, young boy, Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n  start_ms: 20770\n  end_ms: 24940\n- text: Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n  start_ms: 24940\n  end_ms: 28670\n- text: This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? 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No sir\n  start_ms: 29280\n  end_ms: 33000\n- text: Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffeur\n  start_ms: 33000\n  end_ms: 36790\n- text: I got money bags\n  start_ms: 36790\n  end_ms: 38260\n- text: I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  start_ms: 38260\n  end_ms: 40840\n- text: (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  start_ms: 40840\n  end_ms: 42090\n- text: I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  start_ms: 42090\n  end_ms: 44790\n- text: (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  start_ms: 44790\n  end_ms: 45930\n- text: Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch (Carti, Carti)\n  start_ms: 45930\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: You can have this shit, you can have this shit (what you want? Yuh)\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 53860\n- text: Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  start_ms: 53860\n  end_ms: 56390\n- text: James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  start_ms: 56390\n  end_ms: 59770\n- text: And I don't know how to act\n  start_ms: 59770\n  end_ms: 60690\n- text: On or off the record, might go axe\n  start_ms: 60690\n  end_ms: 62340\n- text: Harlem back up on the map\n  start_ms: 62340\n  end_ms: 63900\n- text: True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  start_ms: 63900\n  end_ms: 66210\n- text: Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n  start_ms: 66210\n  end_ms: 68300\n- text: Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  start_ms: 68300\n  end_ms: 70310\n- text: Who order a piece before they hit the floor\n  start_ms: 70310\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74300\n- text: Who else with me? I know you seen the force\n  start_ms: 74300\n  end_ms: 76330\n- text: I'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\n  start_ms: 76330\n  end_ms: 78050\n- text: Holy tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\n  start_ms: 78050\n  end_ms: 80900\n- text: Greedy for the fat guy's platter\n  start_ms: 80900\n  end_ms: 83120\n- text: Killin' niggas even though black lives matter\n  start_ms: 83120\n  end_ms: 86320\n- text: Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\n  start_ms: 86320\n  end_ms: 88250\n- text: Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\n  start_ms: 88250\n  end_ms: 90120\n- text: Tell Tyler, better step his flow up\n  start_ms: 90120\n  end_ms: 92260\n- text: Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\n  start_ms: 92260\n  end_ms: 94200\n- text: Nextel or the Motorola\n  start_ms: 94200\n  end_ms: 96190\n- text: Young nigga prolly never grow up\n  start_ms: 96190\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: Post man with the telephone, uh\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 102880\n- text: Ring, ring, ring, post man\n  start_ms: 102880\n  end_ms: 107390\n- text: Who this?\n  start_ms: 107390\n  end_ms: 109350\n- text: Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\n  start_ms: 109350\n  end_ms: 110840\n- text: Fuck with Lionel, man, that shit is gon' get sketchy\n  start_ms: 110840\n  end_ms: 113140\n- text: Shirt is striped, my shorts are short\n  start_ms: 113140\n  end_ms: 114840\n- text: My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\n  start_ms: 114840\n  end_ms: 117140\n- text: Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Ralph\n  start_ms: 117140\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 121140\n- text: Fuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\n  start_ms: 121140\n  end_ms: 122710\n- text: Fuck the Lambo', Tyler only ride McLaren\n  start_ms: 122710\n  end_ms: 125070\n- text: Niggas think they really on because they trappin'\n  start_ms: 125070\n  end_ms: 127420\n- text: Made about like 30 thousand\n  start_ms: 127420\n  end_ms: 128820\n- text: Fuck the party, threw the carnival\n  start_ms: 128820\n  end_ms: 130540\n- text: Attendance this year was like 30 thousand\n  start_ms: 130540\n  end_ms: 132860\n- text: Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\n  start_ms: 132860\n  end_ms: 135070\n- text: Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'\n  start_ms: 135070\n  end_ms: 136890\n- text: Make the shit, I wear the shit\n  start_ms: 136890\n  end_ms: 138180\n- text: They cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\n  start_ms: 138180\n  end_ms: 140430\n- text: I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\n  start_ms: 140430\n  end_ms: 142830\n- text: Nigga tax bracket change like, \"Have you seen my home?\"\n  start_ms: 142830\n  end_ms: 145480\n- text: Crib got a tennis court, get my Venus and Serena on\n  start_ms: 145480\n  end_ms: 148380\n- text: Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\n  start_ms: 148380\n  end_ms: 150500\n- text: Ambulance come when I hit the scene\n  start_ms: 150500\n  end_ms: 152200\n- text: That boy flier than a bag of bees\n  start_ms: 152200\n  end_ms: 154160\n- text: I got my flowers, life's a jeweler\n  start_ms: 154160\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Diamond, fingers size of a tumor\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 158170\n- text: He's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\n  start_ms: 158170\n  end_ms: 159920\n- text: He's a winner, no not a loser\n  start_ms: 159920\n  end_ms: 161950\n- text: Fuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\n  start_ms: 161950\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: January, Hawaiian shirts\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 169470\n- text: Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me\n  start_ms: 169470\n  end_ms: 171360\n- text: Where's the mirror? I'm that nigga\n  start_ms: 171360\n  end_ms: 173370\n- text: Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n  start_ms: 173370\n  end_ms: 175160\n- text: '''Cause I''m a master, I hit my own back'\n  start_ms: 175160\n  end_ms: 177220\n- text: To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n  start_ms: 177220\n  end_ms: 178510\n- text: Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n  start_ms: 178510\n  end_ms: 181550\n- text: Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n  start_ms: 181550\n  end_ms: 185040\n- text: I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n  start_ms: 185040\n  end_ms: 188880\n- text: That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n  start_ms: 188880\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: I used to serve it to your mans, ayy\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 195290\n- text: Postman, who this?\n  start_ms: 195290\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199080\n- text: Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 199080\n  end_ms: 200930\n- text: Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 200930\n  end_ms: 202880\n- text: Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 202880\n  end_ms: 205050\n- text: Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 205050\n  end_ms: 206830\n- text: Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 206830\n  end_ms: 209370\n- text: Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 209370\n  end_ms: 211770\n- text: Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 211770\n  end_ms: 214350\n- text: Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 214350\n  end_ms: 216760\n- text: Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 216760\n  end_ms: 219160\n- text: Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  start_ms: 219160\n  end_ms: 221550\n- text: Walk, walk\n  start_ms: 221550\n  end_ms: 222140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 222140\nplain: |-\n  Brr, brrrr, brrr\n  Ring, ring, ring, post man\n  Who this? (Nash effect)\n\n  Telephone call from Yung Carti, said it's lit\n  Call the Young Lord, A$AP Bari, he legit (money bag)\n  And the young boy Ian Connor off the shit (Young Lord)\n  Fuckin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six\n  This is Gosha, man I pay for pussy? No sir\n  Ridin' coaster, roller coaster, chauffeur\n\n  I got money bags\n  I'ma bag your bitch, I'ma buy your bitch\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  I'ma cash this shit, I'ma cash this shit\n  (I got money bags, turn up, turn up)\n  Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch (Carti, Carti)\n  You can have this shit, you can have this shit (what you want? Yuh)\n\n  Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back\n  James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag\n  And I don't know how to act\n  On or off the record, might go axe\n  Harlem back up on the map\n  True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks\n  Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts\n\n  Gucci and Dior biddin' wars\n  Who order a piece before they hit the floor\n  Not even shit you see overseas in stores\n  Who else with me? I know you seen the force\n  I'm in Gibral', I been the Lord\n  Holy tabernacle, missiles snap your favorite rapper\n  Greedy for the fat guy's platter\n  Killin' niggas even though black lives matter\n\n  Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up\n  Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather\n  Tell Tyler, better step his flow up\n  Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola\n  Nextel or the Motorola\n  Young nigga prolly never grow up\n  Post man with the telephone, uh\n\n  Ring, ring, ring, post man\n  Who this?\n\n  Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper\n  Fuck with Lionel, man, that shit is gon' get sketchy\n  Shirt is striped, my shorts are short\n  My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe\n  Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Ralph\n  And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin'\n  Fuck the Rolls and fuck the 'Rari\n  Fuck the Lambo', Tyler only ride McLaren\n\n  Niggas think they really on because they trappin'\n  Made about like 30 thousand\n  Fuck the party, threw the carnival\n  Attendance this year was like 30 thousand\n  Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'\n  Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'\n  Make the shit, I wear the shit\n  They cop the shit, it's Golf you bitch, you niggas trippin'\n\n  I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man\n  Nigga tax bracket change like, \"Have you seen my home?\"\n  Crib got a tennis court, get my Venus and Serena on\n  Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor\n  Ambulance come when I hit the scene\n  That boy flier than a bag of bees\n  I got my flowers, life's a jeweler\n  Diamond, fingers size of a tumor\n  He's a genius, have you heard the rumors?\n  He's a winner, no not a loser\n\n  Fuck passin' blunts, pass my niggas opportunities\n  Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze\n  January, Hawaiian shirts\n  Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me\n  Where's the mirror? I'm that nigga\n  Kunta ain't got much shit on me\n  'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back\n  To be like, \"Y'all boys, my nigga\"\n  Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch\n\n  Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy\n  I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy\n  That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy\n  I used to serve it to your mans, ayy\n  Postman, who this?\n\n  Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, Gleesh, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk\n  Walk, walk\n"}]