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[Intro: Dakun]
Please leave your message for: Global Dan, bitch
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[Verse 1: Global Dan]
Drip, drop, got too much sauce
I push that whip, ooh, Aston Martin
Still walk in that new Margiela
YSL, no confella
She want me 'cause I got me the bands
Yohji Yamamoto, it's straight from Japan
CDG with the Rick Owen pants
Christian Dior with the Fear of God pants
I'm not like no other, now I'm a lil' flexer
'Cause I fell in love with the flexing
Shawty want me to slide through
I'ma bust her down like the pussy my obsession
Yeah, I'm so aggressive
With making that money but not with the women ya' dig?
Shawty selective, you know I just be chilling
If shawty ain't going, it is what it is
Hit me, let's link up, roll the green stuff
Count a pound of money like a Brink's truck
She gon' pull up on me when I need her
She want take a few hits of my reefer
I might just hit it one time and delete her
I cannot fuck with that bitch, she a eater
I came straight out the mud like a oligochaete
I cannot let a bitch stand in the way of stacking my bankroll
I'm on a mission to get to the bag
Run up on me and you gonna go sad
Fucking with me and you gonna get stabbed
I'm with my shooters, its gonna go bad
Take a trip to Bermuda, we gone off the map
Wake up in a G-Wagon just flooded with cash
I'ma blow a few hundred
Get a house out in London
Then I'ma go put the rest in the stash

[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Yeah, you better remember the name
TrippyThaKid taking over the game
We going global
Your own city don't even know you
What up Dan the man? They all damaged
Hit 'em like Candid Camera, no cameras
They wasn't ready for this one
But they bumping, they know it's a hit, dawg
I step up out my crib I feel like I'm a new man
I just got back from copping drip, I was with Global Dan
Bitching at Trippy, ya' gonna regret that
You ain't been smoking up on the weed like that
Fuck up with Global, yeah, gonna see that cash
We been eatin', really eating
Who that dude? That's that man
Wish you had the money, I get it how I can
Gone off the coast, the golden islands
Smoking, I'm roasted, a toast to my bands
I just got another big check in the bank, damn
Woke up this morning, ain't worried bout nothin like bet you I'm safe, damn
Gold and silver in the safe, man
I ain't talking bout a game, man
Got what I got 'cause I'm working so hard
And I don't even care what you say, man
Puffing passing on that purple magic
Got that new exotic, what you need?
TrippyThaKid finally out going global
It's Global Dan up on the scene
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Louyah]
Johnny V comes with a piece
Dakun's got it with the beat
Got a new droptop, all eyes on me
With a Gucci bag and Louis sheets
I get this money, we count up
If you pull up on me you get ground up
Got a lot of these racks and we use 'em
We spending this money, we make it all back
Just made a million with loud era bags
Ron Perry can call if you wanna make stacks
Taking my loot to the bank with no tags
Got shooters protecting my family, it's facts
I might fly out to Japan
Bitches pull up when I land
I need this all in advance
This was a part of my plan
Run up on me and you getting stabbed
With the Master Sword and Navi on my back
Ocarina melodies no cap
The legend of Louyah, coming up too fast
When I slide, you know that it's a go
All the roster hitting looking like a brawl
And every song a classic like a 64
Bowser with the bank account, my net look like a cap
Money by the M's like you can tell just by my hat
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