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[Chorus]
I stay in the city so much, feel like the man of it
This hoe on my body tryna fuck like she demanding it
When I touch down LAX, I spent a couple grand in it
I might hit New York, I ain't even tryna go though
Drunk hoes on me, tryna ask me for a photo
We can fuck up in the BnB or in the four-door
I been spending all this fucking bread I shouldn't blow through

[Verse 2]
Fucking hella hoes, I know I really shouldn't go through
I love living life raw, so I can't control you
We can fuck up in the BnB or in the four-door
Drunk hoe on me, tryna sneak her ass a photo
I ain't even made it, but I'm living like I made it
State to fucking state, I'm going place to fucking place and I been
Putting myself into business I don't got no business in
I don't even throw up anymore, I'm really used to sin

[Verse 3]
In the Sin City in the broadcast room
She gon' flash her titties 'cause I asked her to
I remember feeling like the shit when I met you, but
I regret you now, I regret you now

[Chorus]
I stay in the city so much, feel like the man of it
This hoe on my body tryna fuck like she demanding it
When I touch down LAX, I spent a couple grand in it
Boutta hit New York, I ain't even tryna go though