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[Chorus]
Delta, Delta, Delta
That boy broke, he tryna win the lottery
And they see my name, and they copy me
This is real money, not Monopoly
Told that bitch that there ain't no stopping me
Tryna be yourself, but you a wannabe, woah
Maison Margiela designin' my (Clothes)
But you know how it goes

[Verse 1]
I bailed myself out, come get back your swag, bitch
And I can't pronounce who made this sweater, it's not average
Give a fuck 'bout that cloning shit, I'm not your dad, bitch
But maybe that shit the reason that I'm first, you last, bitch
And I win, I win, I win, bitch, I'm a rockstar with that fit
And these waxed jeans come from Rick
Like I'm in a band, got drums with the stick
That boy is too lame, he not coming in
Bitch, you not TJ, three shots and I win
Nah, matter of fact, two shots, and you out
Piss in your gravestone, and I'm out (Oh)
We count fucking co-commas
Y-You not up like this, put it on your momma
And everything I touch: millions, like I painted Mona (Oh)