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Hopping out the Rarri I don came from the bottom Got a whole lotta cash... Money on the table Got money on the floor Got money in the bag... Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Hopping out the Rarri I don came from the bottom Got a whole lotta cash... Money on the table Got money on the floor Got money in the bag... Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Broke nigga wanna talk Got money in the vault She buy me Giuseppe, she tell me she love me... You cuffing her, choosing her, giving her money Why ya mad cause I came up? Letras de cancionesSay I wouldn't make it fuck nigga I'm famous... Pull up in the Audi, the Rarri I'm racing No mo' wearin Ralph Lauren My bitch so foreign Trap jumpin like Jordan... How many times I told ya'll I'm drinking that lean Out the bottle in the morning... Yung nigga I come from the hood Flex and finesse and I juug Rich nigga I made me a milli My momma she told me I would Red bottoms when I'm walking it's a murder scene OG gas bags light green, Listerine I didn't pass history But it don't get to me Racking and stacking the currency... You love her, you give her yo card I'm in yo garage She suck me She getting me hard You kissing that broad Hopping out the Rarri I don came from the bottom Got a whole lotta cash... Money on the table Got money on the floor Got money in the bag... Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? You mad? Or nah? Rockstar, pull up, no guitar I'm fucking yo bitch but you buying her cars I ride in that Phantom, a boss My neck and my wrist on glacier Paper and paper, I'm relay the mayor Shorty she know I'm a player She thick from Jamaica Rich nigga in the club, throwin money in the air Broke niggas, just staring over there Pull up in a Rarri, but you riding on a spare My diamonds so clear Hunnid bands my ear I ain't round no square You busted yo tire You ain't got bus fare By the way, these haters ain't talm bout nothing I'm still getting hunnids In the mall with yo bitch With yo money I'm buying me something Maison Margielas And brand new Giuseppes You still wearin pradas... I pull up in Rarri I came from the bottom You riding the motor Hopping out the Rarri I don came from the bottom Got a whole lotta cash... Money on the table Got money on the floor Got money in the bag... Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? From Letras Mania