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I don't want no petty money, nigga, run them bands (run them bands)
Private Island living ,chillin' with Toucan Sam
Fucking billionaire ballers, rap shit got me grand (ah)
Motorsport do the dash, drop the top in the Lamb'
Chanel Bags, that'll make me know it (yeah)
You need a hot girl? Boy, you gon' have to show it
You wanna taste, baby boy? you gon' have to throw it
Deposit all accounts, baby, keep the cash flowin'
Bust down wrist but, but the bustdown keep 'em going
