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Ayo, let me enlighten y'all
Let me spark this shit
We amongst the yellow juice sippers
And the kush crumblers
The diesel distributors and coca tumblers
We shut down the club in amazement
For those that are under us
The go-pro bitches, they wanna run with us
Wanna blow me slowly, speed it up, fuck it
Just run with us wanna have fun with us
Not be distraught and sick
Cause when the Enzo pull up
Nigga park yo' whip
Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit
I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick
Without the Heisman Trophy but
With the Hawaiian Sophies
Frequent flyer miles, I be flying
Them hoes be
The chain tucked your sight 'cause
You eyeing it grossly
Reach is a toothbrush, the iron is close, we
Keep me surrounded, so please don't try it
Them po' don't think, no time to decide it
Unless you wanna be in the papers
And you headlining
Your whole fucking name followed
By 'he dying'
If that was your food for thought
You should go on a diet, haha
I just fried it

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I just arrived in a five-star
Hotel out in Hotlanta
Speeding away from a van filled
With bitches with cameras
The flash hit's my ear
Blinds 'em all with the gamma
Me and a stripper, she got a bubble and
That cute Southern grammar
You know the type
Probably stripped from Texas to Tampa
Waiting to lie
Telling you it was for college or Pampers
But I go through drastic measures
Not to ask as pleasure
I trade the gas and breakfast for
The ass and the headers
Then "Top of the morning to ya
" now she gotta zoom home
She gotta dance all night
Until the moon's gone
We head to Magic City, gotta hit a new zone
All you see is pearls, silent colors
Two tones
On your life, nigga, nothing but tombstones
Some many Phantoms
The parking lot look like a graveyard
It's the domain where err'body play God
The underlings is king
Ordering more by the card
Throw 20 grand up whenever Jeezy says "yeah"
Give a new meaning to the phrase
"There's money in the air" i was there

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Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER JAMES GHOLSON, JONATHAN H. SMITH, TYREE SIMMONS