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Featuring Trey Trey & Jose Guapo Prod By Southside (Hook) Okay lean I sip, kush I blow Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro (Verse) Walk in scramples, throw some tips on you hoes Get feelings with a grip and buy the store Red Versace like red fox I know so yall niggas ain’t fuckin with headshots Have a boy wearin Reeboks Posted up, I’m cleanin it – free spot Yea, every day I got a cash night I told myself I want that whip, I went and cashed that Iced out my repeater, your beat we blowin get now My friend asked for a molly, now she want a half 9 Smash 15 minutes, can’t lay with us By the hours on my hip don’t play with us Rich nigga stand his head, yea ho I got it How the fuck you put 40000 in one pocket Rogue band and up, do it like this A part but wise ass with my white bitch Letras de canciones (Verse) Ride in the Camaro in the city where the bitches know me Looked over there, Estrada told em that the 40 on me Look back at me said cool ‘cus it’s bout 40 on me Know we talkin racks ‘cus I know the homie 223 and 15 since the world end And half a bag of weed, promethazine Why the world spendin? Big belly bees robbin jeans got your girl digging Cash talk, big boss shit, make yo girl listen (Verse) Geek’d off purchases, the invest that I ain’t purchased yet All I wanna say - these hoes ain’t really worth the check I can’t even flip ‘cus all I really got was neck I knobbed that on er neck and then she hit me with the licks (Hook) Okay lean I sip, kush I blow Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro (Verse) Man my pockets all so cashy, man I think that’s why I’m laughin Get my house so fuckin nappy, I don’t kill cause I got cashy All my bank accounts are sloppy and my pockets on full Rack it up in rubber bands like I do sellin drugs Bitches say I’m flashy, say I’m handsome so she flash me I’m so classy but I’m actually how I do it? Bitch don’t aks me How much the pussy, you gon text me? No, she gon do it for free She gon bust it open for jew, she gon bust it open for 3 Look, sippin on the brusky and I’m rubbin on her coochy Only money can seduce me, How much I’m makin? Bitch I’m Gucci How bout you hop in my Jacuzzi and let all my niggas hit it? You need molly, you need lean, shit whatever you can get it (Hook) Okay lean I sip, kush I blow Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro (Verse) I’m shittin on you haters and you fake hoes I’m fresher than you niggas in my play clothes And what I’m bout to say you’d probably call me mean I’m bout to slap this bitch if she spill my lean Oh shit, I’m bout to spill the beans All them niggas left behind going against the team PHM, I know you niggas hate them Don’t forget that G-Unit, better G on it, that she want it Coupe ain’t got no sleeves on it I hop in it, I fly away Feels like I’m on the highway and I ain’t even left my driveway Damn dog I’m trippin, like 2 Chainz I’m different Bitch say she wanna come and taste what I’m sippin (Verse) Big house strong, shit that thang we got them Benzes Spot get hot, I guess we servin out the 12 then Blunt so big, I swear like my arm I put fendy all on my Scully I put Fendy all on my scarf Bitch you know we got them bands Bitch you know we havin our way Bitch you know I ain’t got no worries You can see it all on my face We all act like we dumb, but my niggas be on point I put weed all in my swishas, I put weed all in my joints My lil homie’s got them drums, We fuck all niggas for fun I call any ho on my phone Make er do anything I want uh When I got there, man something money fall Weird magic make this money do some some assaults (Hook) Okay lean I sip, kush I blow Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro From Letras Mania