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Netflix (feat. 2 Chainz)

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Netflix (feat. 2 Chainz)

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I smoked a blunt for dinner

Another blunt for breakfast

2 Chainz!

Got them staring at my necklace

Let's make a sex tape and put it on netflix

Let's make a sex tape and put it on netflix

She got it, I want it

I want it, she got it

I'm dodging paparazzi

My outfit from versace

Copy, copy

All these niggas just copy

I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin'

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

You know I'm gettin' money

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty

I'll be countin' this shit all night

When I die, bury me inside the liquor store

Cause when I die

Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough

You do what you can

I do what you can't

You smoke that bobby brown

We on that shabba ranks

I got it, you want it

You want it, I got it

My girls go shopping

That ain't a mall, that's my closet

So copy, copy

All these bitches just copy

Honor student wit' double ds

That ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I'm gettin' to the monies with an apostrophe

Fucked her on a pile of clothes now she a closet freak

Yeah I bear arms

I got something up my sleeve

And when she wit' me

She don't wanna leave

She just wanna freak

She don't wanna sleep

Put it in her mouth

Now she don't wanna speak

Yeah I'm at the club

I got strippers at my table

I call doin' the 69

A favor for a favor

From the cradle to the grave

Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist

You can tell that I'm paid cause I'm high-class

Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes

We're in a jet, who gon' fly past us?

Tint all on my eyeglasses

I don't see ya hater

And bitch I don't get dropped

Bitch I drop the label

Goddamnit

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