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Uh, y-yeah, y-you know
That-that's just how Harlem niggas doin' shit, you know
We-we be tryin' to match the latest kicks
With the latest rides and shit, you know
Come out fifteen, twenty grand in the pocket, you know
You know, e-every day is like a block party in
Harlem, that-that's why we stay at the barbecue
Paper plates on the ride, we gettin' chicken
[Chorus: Jim Jones & (Female)
(Steady, I'm ready)
Go
(What's going on?)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, go
(Steady, I'm ready)
Wait, wait
(Are you ready?)
(What's going on?)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, go
And I'll be in that Martin, I ain't talkin' Lawrence (Yo)
Talkin' 'bout the Aston, yeah, that's somethin' foreign (Foreign)
Can't remember shit when the champagne pourin' (Nah)
Just a couple bitches when I walk in the mornin' (Yo)
One bitch, she was snorin'
Kick the ass out and caught my flight
In the mornin' (We on the runway)
And they be sayin' I'm a maniac
Need a smart girl, yeah, somethin' like a brainiac (Damn)
And sometimes I don't even know where we at (Oh, oh)
I be tryin' to figure out where the fuck
My plane is at (We at the clear port)
'Cause I forgot the tail number
Shout to Rome, more than locked up, doin' real numbers
Days like this, word to God, I can feel summer
So I called the dealer 'cause you know
I got to kill summer (So what you do?)
But we don't call 'em drop-tops, we just call 'em pop-tops
'Cause we just pop the top and pop shots (Wait)
[Chorus: Jim Jones & (Female)
(Steady, I'm ready)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, uh
(What's going on?)
Wait, go
(Steady, I'm ready)
(Are you ready?)
Wait, wait
(What's going on?)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, go
Jimmy hit my phone, said he landed in Miami (Capo)
I was in Brooklyn, playin' with the swammy (Yeah)
Oh, you're on retainer, niggas can't jam me (Nah)
Yeah, I put in work, but it's only for my family (Nah, true)
I'm stuntin' all brazy, niggas can't stand me (Ha)
Thinkin' it's sweet, it's not cotton candy (At all)
Prayin' to God, they hope that they can me (Uh-huh)
Daytime at the Porsche, nighttime at the camera (On the low, ha)
The bright land look like lightnin' (Bling)
Full moon, my whole gang turn to lycans (Woo)
We gettin' money, but we live like Vikings
And we like gettin' high to fucking cum from dykin' it
[Chorus: Jim Jones & (Female)
(Steady, I'm ready)
Wait, wait, wait, uh
(Steady, I'm ready)
(Are you ready?)
Nah, nah, I'm ready
(What's going on?)
Wait
I have no idea what the fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, Jones (Go)
Niggas know my handle, I be with them vandals (Damn)
I be talkin' big shit, somethin' like a camel (Damn)
Hoppin' out them big whips, come with no handles (What's up?)
And we got them big grips, come with rubber handles (Loaded)
Niggas will blam you
Come through once, next day, they be candles (Pray for 'em)
But let me show you what my hand blew
Ain't about nothin', that's just what a hundred grand do (Light work)
Got these niggas sick 'cause I blew like a fan do (Damn)
Niggas say I'm dope, so they tryna get a sample (Get a taste)
This is for my cocaine credit card scandals
Talkin' 'bout my nigga that can show
You what the grams do (Twenty-nine)
We be in the streets like the lines in the pavement (Damn)
We be buyin' cars, give a fuck about your payment (Nope)
Got good lawyers, give a fuck about your statements
We be in the club, gettin' drunk, gettin' wasted (Wait)
[Chorus: Jim Jones & (Female)
(Steady, I'm ready)
Wait, wait, wait, wait
(What's going on?)
Wait, wait, wait, wait
(Steady, I'm ready)
(Are you ready?)
Wait
(What's going on?)
Wait, wait, wait, wait
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