Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack

Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’,
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses,
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat,
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me,
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

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