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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Punch bowl full of car keys
for all my friends
You get to pick
your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys
for all my friends
You get to pick
your own Benz
The new bug-eye
in front of my mama house
The new time off
private Bahama routes
My new attorney
get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shit,
I told Obama about—
ask him
Shed nightmares
of feds rushin' in
Shared my world,
they couldn't touch a sin
I got it and lost it
and got rich again
While y'all signed papers
and handed pictures in
Taught you to fish
to become fishermen
I ain't washed this money
for you to risk again
We at Cipriani's,
we ain't chippin' in
Nigga fightin' to pay
when you got richer friends
My manager started off
as my publicist
He buy GT2s
and bunch of other shit
My 4 AM friends
that I trusted in
And twenty years later,
they still crushin' it (Yeah)
So every vacation,
it's still us again
It's baby seats
back of the Cullinans
The new Bubba Watson
without the mulligan
And I put all that shit
under my government
Punch bowl full of car keys
for all my friends
You get to pick
your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys
for all my friends
You get to pick
your own Benz
The new bug-eye
in front of my mama house
The new time off
private Bahama routes
My new attorney
get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shit,
I told Obama about—
ask him
My entire life's been blessed
beyond measure
If this marks the end of an era,
it's been a pleasure
The wings still raise
under Carreras
The dream still king
like it's Coretta
The dream still big
like Ms. Valletta
My ching go bling—
meet me in Dulles
Covered in tats
like it was colors
The last narco
without the mullet (Yeah)
You can't compare us
to such-and-suches
Rappin' in couplets
don't do it justice
Arm and Hammer,
you can't touch us
We crossed our fingers
before we flushed it
When it ain't come back,
I was disgusted
Flip my wig
like I was Dudus
Die for my chain
rather than tuck it
My crown is leanin',
I must adjust it
Punch bowl full of car keys
for all my friends
You get to pick
your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys
for all my friends (Yeah)
You get to pick
your own Benz
The new bug-eye
in front of my mama house
The new time off
private Bahama routes
My new attorney
get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shit,
I told Obama about—
ask him
Yeah