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I hear the girls scream soon as we arrivin'
You can ask Ibn, we be straight mackin'
Y'all work at IBM, hotels they be in
Ooh la la, tres bien magnifique, any street
If you talkin' 'bout marriage, you mean multi-million heiress
Father is the black Bruce Wayne, only shorty in preschool rockin' two chains
Tryna hand feed us tell the niggas to anty up
We not off no more, pearlies in a show, fur
So pick your auntie up, I gotta run to that pole