text: In my triple cup, thats two times two
  Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy
  Yeah, my eyes red, but Im no Damu
  If you dont run it up, thats all on you
  You know Im ballin, usual like Kobe 
  Ooh, worried bout a hater that dont know me
  He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me
  Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, and we four deep 
  Say my name three times like Im Tony 
  Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie
  I aint never believe nothing that you told me
  These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turned me to my old me
  Before I had these mils, I was oh-so lonely
  Runnin round in Philadelphia only with my 40
  I aint never been a phony 
  You be gettin bands? Hardly, yeah
  I just fucked your bitch, sorry, oh 
  Man, I put that on my shawty, ooh
  Fight me, were not scared, sorry 
  No, Im not here for no games, Atari 
  Diamonds, they hittin like water, ooh, starbeam, yeah
  Rockstar life be callin 
  Dont want that girl, she stallin, she stallin 
  Big ol foreign whip, ooh, I cant park it 
  Im from outer space, ooh, in a starship 
  Thick ol foreign bitch, ooh, thats my target 
  Ten bands, what you say? Ooh 
  Ten bands for my Chanel carpet 
  Rockstar life like watch this 
  Young nigga slick like margarine 
  Lost your bitch in Starlets 
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
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  AP, Muller, my Rollie
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  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  Just pulled up with me 
  Doin one-sixty 
  The bitch staring at me
  Got real big titties 
  Whats in my jeans? 
  Them real big fifties
  Flight after flight 
  Hittin real big cities
  From the sandbox, yeah, my brothers is with me 
  If they give me a bond, Im comin to get me 
  And in the club 
  We snuck the semi 
  Cup, dawg, it aint Rémy
  I can feel the envy
  In my triple cup, thats two times two
  Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy
  Yeah, my eyes red, but Im no Damu
  If you dont run it up, thats all on you
  Disrespect the gang, and we stall on you, hey
  Send them Trackhawk shots, dont get called on you 
  Bring my belt, better have that coat on you, ayy 
  Marry that guap, you know I do
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
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  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  AP, Muller, my Rollie 
  AP, Muller, my Rollie
  Ah, ah
  Ah, ah
  Ah, ah
  Ooh
  Yoom