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[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
Yeah (What?)
What? What? What?

[Chorus]
Dope in the rover, uh
Got dope in the rover, uh, yeah
I need the soda
You can smell my odor
Too many hoes (Hoes, what?)
Tell her come over (Hoes, what?)
Shawty wanna fuck (Fuck, fuck, hol' up, what, bitch)
Let's go up (What?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh (What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh (What, what? What?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh (What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh (What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh (Let’s go, hol' up)

[Verse]
Pour me up, you know I love that Sprite (What?)
Pour me up, you know I love that Sprite (Oh what? Uh-uh)
Rockstar shit, my jeans they tight (I’m a rockstar, yeah, ohh)
Rockstar shit, my bitch stay tight (Yea rockstar)
I got too much drip I feel like Mike (Mike)
I’m taking Euro trips to rock this mic (I count checks!)
200k to get this nigga I hate
I can’t hop on stage unless the numbers alright, yea (I get cash)
Don’t talk about me unless I’m there, lil' bitch (Racks, racks)
Get you hit off a killswitch (What?)
I pop pills until I can’t feel shit (I pop pills)
I go KB on a stain, lil' bitch yea
You can’t pay no bills you ain’t got no bank, yea (No bills)
I paid the whole thing off yea, twice lil' nigga (That’s my BM, yeah)
I been rollin' dice (Dice, what?)
Think about your life (What?)
You could get shanked, hold up
Cut with a knife
Easter pink, pink yea
Shoot him if he blink, yea
Let the chopper sing, yea
I’m a killer king (King)
Let that bitch ring (Ring)
Nigga I’m geeked (Geeked)
Bitch I’m too geeked (Geeked)
I can’t even sleep (Sleep)
I got all these bars on me, I got more bars than an MC
I got more bars than an MC, yea', yea'
I got drug habits, and all these issues (What?)
I count all these blue hunnids, big blues (Ok)
My bitch she bad and she do what she would do (Yeah)
We still outside, we ain’t got no curfew (Uh, uh)