Intro
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Yeah 
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(Wheezy outta here) 
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G, G 
 
Verse 1
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Back home, smokin' legal (Legal) 
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I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles) 
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Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg 
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Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, 
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Dawg (Who you say you was?) 
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Don Corleone 
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Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped) 
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Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg 
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Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?) 
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Bring the clip back empty (It's empty) 
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You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg) 
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I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg) 
                                                  Dm 
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg 
 
Chorus
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It's just a lil' 10-piece for her 
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Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved 
Dm 
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card 
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I ain't grow up playin' ball, 
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But I'll show you how the f*ck you gotta do it 
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If you really wanna ball 'til you fall 
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When your back against the wall 
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And a bunch of niggas need you to go away 
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Still goin' bad on 'em anyway 
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Saw you last night, but did it broad day 
 
Post Chorus
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Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?) 
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Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place 
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Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade 
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Still goin' bad on you anyway 
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Woah, woah, ooh, woah 
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Woah, woah, ah 
 
Verse 2
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I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks) 
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Me and Drizzy back-to-back, 
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It's gettin' scary (Back-to-back) 
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If you f*ckin' with my opps, 
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Just don't come near me (Get outta my way) 
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Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh) 
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Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo) 
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Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute) 
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Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended) 
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Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that 
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I can't go (That's a Fendi) 
N.C 
For real 
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She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich") 
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Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Ballin') 
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I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (That's Lori) 
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That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh) 
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I've been had my way out here, yeah, 
            Dm 
Know that's facts (Facts) 
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You ain't livin' that shit you say, yeah, 
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We know that's cap (That's cap) 
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You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt) 
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DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh) 
 
Chorus
     Dm 
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her 
Dm 
Just to blow it in the mall, 
Dm 
doesn't mean that we're involved 
Dm 
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card 
Dm 
I ain't grow up playin' ball, 
Dm 
But I'll show you how the f*ck you gotta do it 
Dm 
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall 
Dm 
When your back against the wall 
Dm 
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away 
Dm 
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway 
N.C                            Am 
Saw you last night, but did it broad day 
 
Outro
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Wheezy outta here