Meds* RIVEN

[Intro]
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Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm rockin' Margiela, I'm fly as a feather
Shut the fuck up, lil' bitch, you know I'm better
I'm countin' the mo'fuckin' cheese, the feta
Feel like a firework, yeah, bitch, I'm poppin' my shit
Countin' them racks up, I'm 'boutta go cop some new shit

[Chorus]
I'm at the club, yeah, I'm on some acid
You not a TV, bitch, you don't want no static
Hop on my 'Gram, I'm rollin' a fatty
My diamonds they dancin', yeah, I need a Patek
Ooh, yeah, hop out the Benz (Hop out the Benz)
With them racks, I get too flashy
Make the hunnids appear like some magic
Can't fuck with me, boy, then this shit can get tragic

[Verse 2]
Yeah, let's go get the monеy, yeah, I'm breakin' the bank
Ra-racks at thе bank, I'm makin' my kick
I just got the pound, you smokin' the eighth
You is the [?] except for the lil' nigga who wanted that money but wanna say things
You sit the fuck down, boy, I don't want yo' bih
Yeah, she hittin' the face and I'm not even sayin' grace
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