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Panamera models, Maserati crib
Lamborghini ceilings in the building where we live

Aston Martin (*##$es, snitches on Houdini
$#&@ it man cause I don't even own a Lamborghini


[Verse 1]
I ain't got a Murci, I ain't got a car
I don't $#&@ with thousand dollar bottles at the bar

I ain't got a Lotus, I can't drive a stick
I ain't got a Kardashian ridin on my dick
I ain't got a Maybach, barely got a paycheck

Stripper told me make it rain
I said I'll take a rain-check
I ain't been to Paris, no one trynna fly me

Don't know how to ball, and ain't nobody trynna find me
I ain't got a Rose, I ain't got a Miller
I ain't got a deal owe a hundred to my dealer

All I want is Jays, but all I got is Filas
They coppin red bottoms but my bottoms all vanilla
Can't be jockin blades, can't be jockin dubs

Asked for Ace of Spades but they brought me Two of Clubs
Got no one to $#&@, might as well go home
Cause everybody in this club is $#&@ing with their phones


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[Verse 2]
I ain't got that gliss, I ain't got that shine
Your girl got a wrist, you be paying all the time

Pears and lemon lime, all that %#@! is borin
Only grill I got cosigned by George Foreman
I ain't got that Bentley, I ain't got a Benz

All I got is homies, can't afford fugazi friends
Dump them groupie tens, all them (*##$es fickle
$#&@ them fancy dimes, I be $#&@ing two nickles

Say 'Ye, Say 'Ye, ain't this muh$#&@ing crazy?
All we got is pain, and they bathin in champa-zay
They be coppin rays, and we be coppin shady

Who the $#&@ is flyin all these hoes to San Trope-zay
I ain't got that Louis, I ain't got that Kors
I ain't got that Gucci, I ain't welcome in their stores

$#&@ a label !@^%, I ain't got the skrill
So when I die, bury me up in the Taco Bell


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[Interlude]

That's that %#@!, that %#@!
That %#@! I ain't got
That's that %#@! I ain't got


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