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Featuring Da$h Dope, money, and hoes (x9) [Verse 1: Da$h] Ain't write it, thought of this when I was drunk driving Like I had a license, been swerving through the intersect Just to make the bitches wet, breakfast: yac and cigarettes Feds about the only threat, spit nasty like my throat is strep She working at the pyramid, shake her butt for some bucks from Tut Pharaoh to the marrow, Cleopatra roll my dutch Double blunts they double stuffed, got a nigga stupid chopped Used to squad these faggots' wives, the bitches that I used to pop Where the shit I used to cop, respect your elders lil nigga Ain't even of age to drink, I get your ho to buy me liquor 'Linquent shit, I live for it, they tryin but might die for it These drugs got my brain, money got my mind finding fun in crime Bitches love my rhymes, to be honest I love their mouth at campuses Looking for talents just like I'm a college scout Ask her what she shout, I'm mash her on the fucking couch [Verse 2: Da$h] Dope, money, and hoes, getting dope money from shows She sniff her coke that she blow, fuck it, I don't judge it though Sugar free, no love for sure, just put 'em on Sepulveda Benefits and bank rolls, all a nigga really want from her Letras de cancionesAnd when she bring it back, call my brother hit the trap Invested in a couple packs, will probably see a couple stacks from what he talkin Money hulking like Bruce Banner Panarama day dreaming, washing down my semen on camera Life's in action, piping, smashing whatever you call it Smoke a 'Port and I'm off but they think I fucking lost it (neva nigga) And my dog facing blunts while I feed my pups bath salts Infiltrate my castle, take your face like it's a mask boss Pass raw flesh and bone, money long like small intestines Home if I’m taking breakfast, long as getting checks involved, ages nigga Cause if you ain't know, AraabMuzik From Letras Mania