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(P-p-Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)

Pot of gold
Hopefully I could chase the sack
End of the road
I leave and I ain't never comin' back
That's all I know
The question that you never seem to ask
I wanna know
How I react with beams and MACs?
Lil' woadie kick a door
She just want some diamonds
Flooded from her head to toe
Call it perfect timin', on her left wrist
AP froze and overtimin', clock keep chimin'
I think it's my time to go
Dollar signs and he don't mind it
Cookin' over stoves
Bag made by Marc Jacobs, totin'
Got my pistol in it
AMG, I'm rollin', fully focused
Need a cigarette i just gotta reassess
They know this million dollar check
(Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
Bae, I need to see you for this evenin'
I can't get no rest
She just want some diamonds, no
She don't want no more of me
Baby, you the finest
I just want some loyalty
I switched up her stylin', Balenciaga
Jordan sneaks i swear that all these police
Sirens really paranoin' me

Relocate, I switch the tone on 'em
I'm a dope boy they done even took my phone
Number on the task force
I can't even speak on my homie
Makin' no noise big bankroll, can't fold
Rockin' Chrome Hearts
(Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
Oh Lord, Lil' Pluto, that's
My woadie, woadie, in the Goyard
Lil' Pluto, that's my woadie
Forty in the Goyard
24K like Kobe, got a gold and cold heart
Helicopter crash out, I remember last time
I done really ran my racks up
Now I could bring that cash out
I feel like the bad guy
How long we gon' last now?
I could see me all in Aspen
Sippin' on this Amstel
Now I got the last laugh
You gave me no chance
You threw my city in the trash can
F-150, word around the city, we got bags, and
I could get them birdies for the cheap
It's by the gas station
(Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
I could get you murdered out the region
I'm like Mad Max

Pot of gold
Hopefully I could chase the sack
The end of the road
I leave and I ain't never comin' back
That's all I know
The question that you never seem to ask
I wanna know
How I react with beams and MACs?
Lil' woadie kick a door
She just want some diamonds
Flooded from her head to toe
Call it perfect timin', on her left wrist
AP froze and overtimin', clock keep chimin'
I think it's my time to go
Dollar signs and he don't mind it
Cookin' over stoves
Bag made by Marc Jacobs, totin'
Got my pistol in it
AMG, I'm rollin', fully focused
Need a cigarette i just gotta reassess
They know this million dollar check
(Paol Trizzy maced it, bro)
Bae, I need to see you for this evenin'
I can't get no rest
She just want some diamonds, no
She don't want no more of me
Baby, you the finest
I just want some loyalty
I switched up her stylin', Balenciaga
Jordan sneaks i swear that all these police
Sirens really paranoin' me