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Verse 1:
I'm a valley boy I rep my city man,
Whole chest tattooed with no pitty man.
I don't sip Mickeys man, I drank vodka,
I've got Ciroc on deck, I'm throwin dollas.
Bitches holla' cause they want some,
Gucci'ed out like I'm motherfucking Hamilton,
Ahh' and I've got this Versace on,
Hit Rodeo Drive, spend a couple thousand.
How does that sound? I'm buyin hella rounds,
So fucked up I don't know how I sound.
Whole club jumping like a fucking trampoline,
And I met this model from the front cover magazine.
Chorus (x2):
I prolly fucked your bitch, how does that sound?
And my wallet so thick, how does that sound?
Gucci'ed out is a must, how does that sound?
All my homies ballin up, that's No Doubt!
Verse 2:
I never gave a fuck and I still don't,
I'm making money now, saying fuck all these hoes.
Keep hating though, I'm money making though,
Cashed out on a watch, got a Ro-Ro.
Whip it up 24k gold,
Rose gold Roley, and its beaming all up on you hoes.
Ahh, I can't hear you bro,
Ahh, Get on my level.
I've got all these Valleys hoes all up on my dick,
And I even know what the fuck I did.
First class type fella better recognize,
See my eyes in disguise, oh no wait I'm lying.
I've got my shades on in every other song,
It's a trapathon that's what I'm rapping on.
With the trapping squad, turn it up a notch,
Drunk in this motherfucker, man, fuck the cops.
Chorus (x2):
I prolly fucked your bitch, how does that sound?
And my wallet so thick, how does that sound?
Gucci'ed out is a must, how does that sound?
All my homies ballin up, that's No Doubt!
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