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climate, ah\n[00:50.31] She fell in love with the diamonds\n[00:53.76] I had to get it on my own\n[00:57.08] Come get your shorty, she be wildin'\n[00:59.79] And I had to, change the number to my phone\n[01:03.87] Then it's right back to the thousands\n[01:06.70] Big racks, boy, you don't know nothin' 'bout it\n[01:10.03] Gotta flex up on these niggas 'cause they doubtin'\n[01:13.41] I've been ballin' on these niggas so they foulin'\n[01:16.72] She gon' do it with no hands, she got talent\n[01:21.68] I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah\n[01:23.80] Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion\n[01:28.15] I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'\n[01:30.95] I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah\n[01:34.45] I get the bag, ah, like the North Face\n[01:37.75] I get the cash now, she givin' more face\n[01:41.18] These niggas mad, haha, I'm gettin' more cake\n[01:44.32] Ain't going out sad, nah, nah, nah\n[01:48.12] YSL tag, big Prada bag\n[01:50.73] Quarter mil' cash, I was down bad\n[01:54.58] Bring your friends, we could fuck, I don't do dates\n[01:57.73] Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case\n[02:01.10] I'm actually ballin', fuck her one time, think I'm actually callin'\n[02:04.42] These niggas is salty\n[02:05.73] I came from the bottom, designer all on me\n[02:07.88] Who knew this would happen\n[02:09.07] From trappin' to rappin', but now I'm in fashion\n[02:11.15] The finest of fabrics\n[02:12.59] Too many bands, they doin' gymnastics\n[02:14.64] Hop out the coupe\n[02:15.77] My young niggas might shoot out the roof\n[02:18.16] I got the juice\n[02:19.35] They was hatin', I was playing it cool\n[02:21.44] Damn, I said I won't miss you\n[02:24.85] I'm in love with the money, I can't kiss you (Rich)\n[02:28.84] I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah\n[02:30.90] Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion\n[02:35.26] I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'\n[02:38.07] I get me a check, don't know how to 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