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[Chorus]
When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing
Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
Been around the world all the hoes know my name
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang
 
**** a ***** up,louie belt match the chucks
I'm in the club with raw *****, 10 racks a tub
Back it up like a u-haul, rake *** is up
Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck
Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid
They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid
The Panamera's sick, Lupus
T-Rawwwww show them how we do it
 
Swiss signs do it, my new *****
A nudist, peace like a Buddhist
Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid
Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck
Arm out the window, another check, another rolex
Mo' less, the mo' wet, the mo' sex, I must say
I bought her the P Jet, more than a piss test
So I wake up, I'm ****ed up, my ex tryna' make up
 
Wake up, telling these *****es to get their cake up
Wake Up, shooting my babies all on her make up
I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs
Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs
Eat it off from the club, rather **** hoes instead
 
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Never tell a ***** I love her
Money talk Chris Tucker
Got a chauffeur, and a driver
I don't lease it, I'mma buy it
I'll be on the broke diet
You ain't eating but you biting my style
**********ing strike, light-lightening
T-Carti, my ***** like Bugarri
I walk in the spot, all these *****es bogart me
Spent 30 racks, I'mma make it back tomorrow
Pull up with a big ***** ***** like Toccara
 
You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari
Tiger rotten shotgun, snake bend tardi?
Air, I'm in them like airs
2500 ***** call them Nikes rare
See them *****s hating, but I don't really care
Gold bottles coming, tell them *****es light flares
Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear
See it in the light though (woah) Rick Flair
 
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Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom
*****es screaming A, we're no where near Atlanta
Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner
****ing with them lottery boys, now she a winner
I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that bajaina?
Get lost in that *****, ***** you will never find her
Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda
Shout out to my ***** Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna
 
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