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You won't believe this I wanna take it to a new level Rolex and a new bezel Cameras flash everywhere I walk now It even sounds like money when I talk now Can you hear me? Can you hear me? First class when I dash Ain't no other rappers near me Just to get this type of paper I might need customs to clear me Bought some Cartiers just to see the haters clearly Playing while i'm workin' Ten thousand for a Birkin You on Instagram lurkin', prayin' that we meet in person Imma boss, you a turnin' model, shake, get it perfect Bitch you look like Ms. Piggy We like where the hell is Kermit? I'm in position to kill it Give a damn if you feel it I was thinking about buyin' this car You ain't in the building Mind on my millions Ain't got no time for no feelings I come from the bottom baby Letras de cancionesI need my money on ceilings New classic, the new killa Lookin' in gold mirrors And feelin' like who's realer? Wonderin' who's iller than the illest bitch alive Find me someone, i'll be surprised Stamps all in this passport Shot glasses in Glasgow Feelin' like what more could we ask for Talkin' that shit cause i'm an asshole (uhn) Fly as hell in this new Chanel Pounds of ? use at anywhere I can't stand next to a basic Cause ain't nothin' about me basic Y'all know what I been on Y'all know that I been on Mass murder these beats Kill everything that I get on Perfect when I get my spit on Small talk I don't trip on Rocking that Versace Can Iggy I get a big on? (Dank an Dori für den Text) From Letras Mania