Running out of weed
Me and the boysies chilling out in Greece
Gonna take the Royce
Head up to the beach
Match it with the rolly
Crown on the receipt
Tryna fuck wit me
chillin in the back seat
Im getting magazines
You better call a taxi
im in the vips
Your main man getting nasty
you wanna be with me
We were at the party
Now im lost
We were at the party
Left me to rot
Now im working on myself
Think you forgot
You wanted someone else
And im just not
Tryna switch up on myself
I got spirit, I got family, I got wealth
Back at party
Man was playing carti
Drip drip dripping from the ceiling
Guess they must be playing with cards b
If we talking poker
Im talking face
If we're talking Queen B
Then I'm ace
I think I'm out of space
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