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Featuring Trae Tha Truth When I’m looking around Suspense in the intrell It gives me the chills Nobody knows I can feel but Neat wheel kamato and these niggas on my mama Keep the spank next to my heart and stay the fuck away from the drama I see the lemonade Niggas in the hood like damn it Y’all can really need it I’m uh walkin’ in the streets, you know How to stay cheesy, how to remain real Have sex with bitches still cuz it’s fuck how they feel Look stacks money with no money I’m getting D, I flow all the money Let’s get it fresh, no bummy shit I just be on my money shit What the fuck nigga? You used to fuck the words You used to fuck the rap on that money shit Big cannon, see these guns? Nick Cannon my youngest drum Retards my youngest dumb Refilate as they pot the shit Listenin’ to hot boys Letras de cancionesIn the hot whip with a hot bitch Ain’t she from the projects I bang girls, bang that fuckin’ fire So let’s say that shit – youngest nigga alive I got my hoes workin’ I got my bitches on the pole They keep that ass twerkin’ That money comin’, dollars flowin’ Bitch wrap all them hundreds And bring that shit right back to daddy Now a nigga stuntin’ I do this shit for my young G’s I got my hoes workin’ I got my bitches on the pole They keep that ass twerkin’ That money comin’, dollars flowin’ Bitch wrap all them hundreds And bring that shit right back to daddy Now a nigga stuntin’ I do this shit for my young G’s Broke niggas, broke hoes That’s that shit I don’t like Lean back, white coupes Speakers soundin’ like bullfights Trae Tha Truth and I’m on flight class Wardrobe like 24 flights I’m still a king in these streets of mine Pussy niggas got no rights If I hit the club I’m like Tyga Rack City They know I’m a boss like Ross and big Lil’ I ain’t got a check on deck then you silly Never pay a bitch with no ass and no titties Chain that I got like Mexico City Chemical to work, I met you like really The money go into full speed, no Hemmy If a nigga be fun fully, no semi Damn right cuz I got it Money hoes clues exotic Anything you talkin’ I’m ‘bout it Too many paparazzi, I’m spotted I ain’t worried about, I got lips on Like my forward tittie, a few spokes on Haters mad as hell cuz our hope is gone They can get playbacks like our broken songs Shake like you could tell them that it’s show time I’m in the back though the niggas know to show signs Two cups, I’m pullin’ my full 9 Somebody’s bitch get brick, no rhymes Young G, yea I got more hoes Punch line, yea I got more blows I’ll go, yea I got more goals Tell them niggas wake up, I want those I got my hoes workin’ I got my bitches on the pole They keep that ass twerkin’ That money comin’, dollars flowin’ Bitch wrap all them hundreds And bring that shit right back to daddy Now a nigga stuntin’ I do this shit for my young G’s I got my hoes workin’ I got my bitches on the pole They keep that ass twerkin’ That money comin’, dollars flowin’ Bitch wrap all them hundreds And bring that shit right back to daddy Now a nigga stuntin’ I do this shit for my young G’s Hey look I fuck a dot, fuck a cop, fuck the op I hit them all, I hit your bitch, I hit that block Phone twerkin’, bitches workin’, money flowin’ Blunts lit, pills popped, drink ballin’ Aye if that bitch for me why didn’t that bitch just hold it? No nigga spit game, she already goin’ One hundred niggas with me and they all tordy Me and my tour twins, we both smokin’ Let the child explain, bruh Glock 9’s in they case bruh My OG’s move OZ’s We do this shit every day bruh Tatted like amigos I’m getting’ fresh like my free clothes My sponsor, it maybe mama We honor that gico Real P’s do real things Fucked niggas get fucked up Bad bitches come to my house My young niggas stay turnt up Body bags for all y’all Whole clique for your whole gang Yo bitch talk about me like she hatin’ hell and I’m propane I got my hoes workin’ I got my bitches on the pole They keep that ass twerkin’ That money comin’, dollars flowin’ Bitch wrap all them hundreds And bring that shit right back to daddy Now a nigga stuntin’ I do this shit for my young G’s I got my hoes workin’ I got my bitches on the pole They keep that ass twerkin’ That money comin’, dollars flowin’ Bitch wrap all them hundreds And bring that shit right back to daddy Now a nigga stuntin’ I do this shit for my young G’s From Letras Mania