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I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy) Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low She my trap queen, let her hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go Chorus And I get high with my baby (My baby) I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby (My baby) I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby (My baby) I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
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