C# D#m A#m
           Yeah, 17
          C# D#m A#m
I was outside, fly as a jet


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