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Make a reservation just to eat like a

Fifteen

I'm so fucking rich

I'm a young rich (Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring)

I've been trying to figure out why my cup's so dirty

Million dollar wire, tell 'em, "Send it in a hurry"

Anybody wearin' dirty white 1's make me worried

Walked through the mud in my Diors

but see, that's another story

Like a nigga dumb as hell, I be throwin' up a F

I'ma hit her from the back and she gon' feel it in her chest

I just sent a prayer to God that they bring back the Tech

If they police wanna catch me

they gon' have to get a 'Vette

I told her if she love me, she'll go buy me a jet

I tell my bitch I love her, I might go and kill her ex

I'm rich, so I ain't gotta pull out when I'm havin' sex

I'm rich, but I ain't gotta pay her for this oral sex

I could turn a hoodrat bitch into a diva

Nigga, this exotic, I don't know about Sativa

I feel like Jordan when he hit that game winner on Cleveland

I can still win MVP sittin' out a season

Twelve hundred for these pants, it's bandanas in the split

Once we out lookin', we ain't callin' off the hit

I like my jewelry in the dark, nigga, 'cause it still hit

That bust down Patek gon' look good on my wrist

You can't sit at this table, you couldn't even pay the tip

Your nigga mean to you, but I heard that boy a bitch

Every gun in this car got another full clip

I be gettin' real money, in my world, you don't exist

If you ain't makin' money, you ain't never makin' sense

She said she wanna fuck, she ain't even throw a hint

I'm a star player, you ain't even worth the bench

Six hundred for this belt, I just bought it for the print

I make a reservation just to eat like a king

Fifteen K on a Super Bowl ring

You don't know how to hustle, you ain't never sold a thing

Thirty pairs of Amiris, used to be Billie jeans

Shoot a nigga in his face, drop his jaw like Scream

I used to be broke, I was punchin' TV's

It was nights I couldn't eat 'cause I loaded all my cheese

Told that bitch, "Turn into a million dollars for Halloween"

Yeah, I collect cars, got a dresser full of keys

My buffs all white with the rose gold seats

You is not Franchise, you would never make the team

This a AMG Benz, it was made overseas

I got so many Monclers, it's like eenie-miny-moe

Six thousand dollar fit, I'm just goin to the store

How you still layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho?

I got some head from a groupie, I won't do that shit no more

Got some head (Head from a)

Yeah, I won't do that shit no more

Franchise shit

How you layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho?

Can't, uh, uh

Franchise