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[Intro: Dom Corleo]
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Yeah (Yeah), yeah

[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Uh, every time that I wake up, I get outta bed and I grab my pole (Yeah, I get the pole)
And every time I hit my bitch, shit, I tell her, "Shut up, go and play your role" (Go and play your role)
Every time I link a new thot, tell her, "Back it up and ride it slow" (Back it up and ride it slow)
And every time I'm outta state, yeah, I got a new bag on the road (New bag on the road)

[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
Yeah, I put it up, finger O (Yeah)
Margiela my clothes (Margiela my clothes)
My swag is new (Yeah)
I got stripper hoes on poles (Stripper holes on go)
Gotta strip her right up off the pole (Whoa)
Got the pussy right up over here (The pussy right up over)
Couple threads and I'm off grip (Yeah)
Pretty little ho give me that lip (Give me that ho)
Pretty little ho give me that ass (Yeah)
Then she gon' say she want a Birkin bag (Yeah)
I'm just hoping they return text 'cause I'm finna take the lil' ho back (Take the lil' ho back)
I'm finna go and get my money back
Spyro shit, on my money bag (Money bag)
Rockstar shit, gotta rock tags (Rock tags)
Balenciaga with the Hermes (Hermes)
Wear more shit than a Nike tech
Kicking my shit with a Nike bitch (Yeah)
Stick on my hip, I ain't fold that shit (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Internet shit, I'on beef with them (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Told the lil' bitch I'on know them
Upgrade my bitch, I got the whole thing (Yeah-yeah)
Spark my blunts, smoke the whole thing (Yeah-yeah)
I'm in the back of this Bentley Tay' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Kayo]
Smoke with the Kel-Tec, it push your whole crew back
I got a couple in the coupe like Iran
Gave yo' ho a chance with a hundred bands
She just wanna dance, mix it like I'm Lance
I got Margiela, pull it out the hamper
I got that lil' bitch still like a mannequin
I take like ten Percs and I tell 'em copy that
She just like the rest so I brought that bitch back again
Double up my hundreds, swear there ain't no stopping it
Make yo' pockets short just like it hit February
I'ma leave you dead, put you in a cemetary
I will not be here, no, I will not be here
No, I will not be here, no, I will not be here
No, I will not be here, no, I will not be here

[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Uh, every time that I wake up, I get outta bed and I grab my pole
And every time I hit my bitch, shit, I tell her, "Shut up, go and play your role"
Every time I link a new thot, tell her, "Back it up and ride it slow"
And every time I'm outta state, yeah, I got a new bag on the road