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I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
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I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
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I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after
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Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor.
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

[Verse 1: Quavo & Takeoff]
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Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money
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Got a tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion
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Takeoff Frank Lucas, I got 'em itching
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They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys
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And they drinking on Actavis what a feeling
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Momma told me drink water, flush out my kidney
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I'm a lucky bastard, dab, ooh, dagger
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Your bitch a happy camper, got an iPhone she a snapper
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I know some rappers but know some more trappers
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They got more money than you rappers
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Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco
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My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a Kappa
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I’m gonna do my dab like the Heisman
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I wanna coach, I’m Quavo O'Ryan
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Look at the feds I know that they spying
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I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans
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Hop in my rocket I bet they can't find me
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Fuck all that bullshit and stop with this nonsense
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These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common
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All of my niggas about money and violence
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For real, for real, for real, this territory shit is real
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Fuck how a nigga gon' feel, I'm just gripping on the steel
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Think I might go in Beverly Hills
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Get a mansion about 28 M's
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No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill
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Drinking Act now I popped a seal

[Hook: Quavo]
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I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
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I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
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I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after
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Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt.
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
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I've been spending every penny
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Monday up in Magic City
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Sucking on them tig ol' bitties
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Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy
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I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty
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I been popping bitches like I'm Pretty Ricky
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Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki
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She be with the ménage and come from Philly
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Yeah, swear that my father's killing me
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All of these racks breaking my back.
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These dollars signs is crippling me
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Yeah, I look in her eyes I'm an enemy
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I come from the trap, my niggas attack
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You won't recognize your family

[Hook: Quavo]
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I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
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I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
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I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after
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Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt.
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
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All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt