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(Verse) So I got bells and some chopper thousands off in my trousers You wailin, my money poundin, check my medallion The style in my foreign prowlin, I’m in that stat That Rrari shine like a Harley, I’m chugging mollies Sorry, interior hobby, it’s kalamari La Plaza, I’m in that Mazda, checkin the rastas My drivin VVS, all HD I blow, that’s a HP Not at half price, that’s a hundred pounds Young nigga, fuck you over board, we fuck around If these niggas come around flexin and won’t flex again Made a grip off robbin dope boys and the Mexicans (Hook) Service ain’t bring back six times Cella work, skinny best, switch lines Quarter million dollars off that sex fifth I’ll flex the whole check on that bad bitch I could teach you niggas finesse I could teach you niggas finesse I could teach you niggas finesse Boy whole check get flex (Verse) Gucci Mane, I’ma motherfuckin head liner Letras de cancionesTryna grind my 100 bricks that with pathfinder 2 price, 2 pounds, that’s my gang rider And she a hate the bitch that Gucci can’t stand by er And like a gold digger can’t stand broke niggas And I’m a shooter but I still snitch dope nigga Medusa head, hold my glass, you know where you been And I’m the dope man’s dope man dope man (Hook) Service ain’t bring back six times Cella work, skinny best, switch lines Quarter million dollars off that sex fifth I’ll flex the whole check on that bad bitch I could teach you niggas finesse I could teach you niggas finesse I could teach you niggas finesse Boy whole check get flex Wailin, my money poundin, check my medallion Wailin, my money poundin, check my medallion Wailin, my money poundin, check my medallion Like a gold digger can’t stand broke niggas Wailin, my money poundin, check my medallion Wailin, my money poundin, check my medallion Wailin, my money poundin Like a gold digger can’t stand broke niggas From Letras Mania