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Yeah, 17 I was outside, fly as a jet 17 years old, I'm flyin' on a Jet Bust down, bust down, Audemars Piguet Tryna get the bag, I was goin' OT, baby Trappin' with mud in the Phantom, 150 thousand in Atlanta Double G's what I'm steppin' on I ain't ever had shit, I want my racks long Gotta get it out the mud, I was trappin' out the bando They been wantin' to see me fall, red bottom what I land on Fell in love with shawty, but she wasn't enough for me 'Cause I be ridin' in my 10-speed Nigga, tell me what the lick read I was servin' down on 10th Street I wanted me the Louis V bag, so I fucked around and bought it Got a new apartment, Hermès carpet I just wanna be the motivation for my young nigga Out here tryna get it Focus on your babe (uh huh, yeah-yeah) Fuck these bitches I just got off the phone with my young nigga He said, "Roddy 'bout to go number one, nigga" I been tryna get the money for appeal Gotta stay down for your day ones, nigga From Letras Mania