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[Chorus]
Richard Mille, on my wrist
And your hoe, dyin' for a pic
Hit her once, she cryin' off the dick
I see codeine, when I piss
Go slow, when we runnin' in
In the mall, we ain' sayin' shit
Hit the highway in the whip
And then I go rock that show, then I get paid
Fuck your hoe, yeah, I get laid
Take her down, and she get slayed
Codeine runnin' through my veins
Take her in, to wine and dine
I'm tryna' fuck I can't do dates