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Intro
Ah!
Jeez, jeez!
Yeah
Verse 1
Back home, smokin' legal
I got more stripes than Adidas (Adidas)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playing with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say? Uh)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely
Everybody acting like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me
(Do what you gotta do, nigga)
Bring the clip back empty
You asked to see the boss
So they sent me, dawg
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg
Chorus: Bright Campa
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we're involvеd
I just... what? I just... uh
Put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball
But I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
Whеn your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away!
Still going bad on them anyway!
Saw you last night, but did it broad day!
Post-Chorus
Yeah! Got a lot of Murakami in the hallway!
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place! (Yeah!)
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still going bad on him anyway
Interlude
Woah, Woah, Woah
Woo, ah!
Verse 2
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris
Campa is back, it's getting scary
If you fuckin' with my opps
Just don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Get out, woo yeah!)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo
Ain't a neighborhood in New York that I can't go
For real
Oh, she said, "Ouu, you rich-rich?"
Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Balling!)
Got Lori Harvey on my wish list
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, yeah!)
I've been had my way out here
Yeah, you know dogs that's facts
You ain't living that shit you say
Yeah, we know that's cap
You ain't been there when I was strapped, uh
NY, OVO, we back again
We going plat' (Woo!)
Chorus
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall
Doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh
Put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball
But I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away!
Still going bad on 'em anyway!
Saw you last night, but did it broad day!
Outro: Drake
Yeah
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