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[Chorus]
Flights and passports flyin' around
Call me Earnheardt cause the way I ride around
28s on the NASCAR we run around
Money goin up [?] go run around
Flights and passports flyin' around
Call me Earnheardt cause the way I ride around
28s on the NASCAR we run around
Money goin up [?] go run around
[Verse]
Call me Kyle Busch, swerve around
Servin hydros, move around
Hoppin out the sunroof, hoes around
Smokin on the indica [?] eyes go down
Takin round flights go run around
Keep my head up watch the money fallin down
Keep my head down watch the money goin out
Hunned dancin with the white girl phone blowin up
Boomin' with the percs flip-phone goin our
Young goth nigga blunts still glow now
No orange juice bright and early shinin' now
Workin with the pidgeons like my name Tommy Wright
Feel like Juvenile back in 1994
Three flip-phones same color as the bo
Eight hundred for a feature a thousand for a show
Chillin in the castle foreign diamonds on the floor
Shorty dirty dancin droppin ashes on her clothes
In the NASCAR with suicide doors
Why my NASCAR same color diamond
Oceanic diamonds same color crip blue
Flights and passports flyin' around
Call me Earnheardt cause the way I ride around
28s on the NASCAR we run around
Money goin up [?] go run around
Flights and passports flyin' around
Call me Earnheardt cause the way I ride around
28s on the NASCAR we run around
Money goin up [?] go run around
[Verse]
Call me Kyle Busch, swerve around
Servin hydros, move around
Hoppin out the sunroof, hoes around
Smokin on the indica [?] eyes go down
Takin round flights go run around
Keep my head up watch the money fallin down
Keep my head down watch the money goin out
Hunned dancin with the white girl phone blowin up
Boomin' with the percs flip-phone goin our
Young goth nigga blunts still glow now
No orange juice bright and early shinin' now
Workin with the pidgeons like my name Tommy Wright
Feel like Juvenile back in 1994
Three flip-phones same color as the bo
Eight hundred for a feature a thousand for a show
Chillin in the castle foreign diamonds on the floor
Shorty dirty dancin droppin ashes on her clothes
In the NASCAR with suicide doors
Why my NASCAR same color diamond
Oceanic diamonds same color crip blue
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