[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Aston Martin, Panamera
Bad bitches, hit 'em with the hamma
Maserati, deuce Ferrari
I got horse bitches, I'm the life of the party
Got the 3.5, and my night just started
I heard she 'bout to get high, so Imma light this spark
And I be goin' so fast, check my mileage
And I be blowin' on gas, like I work at Pilot
Autostart my car, ho
[?] my barcode, check money, Wells Fargo
Then I might Louis V my wardrobe
I drop half a ten, on my earlobe
I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas
If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah
I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas
If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Louis V my everything, True Religion my everything
I hit the mall and I cash out, bitch really, I could buy anything
Aston Martin, new Ferrari
She love the way I kick it like I knew karate
In the bed with three hoes, blowin' out them zero's
Your bitch is a ocean like where the fuck is Nemo?
All I know is foreign but my bitch red
I do not understand what that bitch said
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