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Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi Ice cube All about the Benjis Spend ten bands in Fendi ASAP my niggas with me Niggas be talking that bullshit Your main bitch said I look gorgeous What I spent on my chain that's your mortgage (cash out) Brand new Porsche came with some horses Sipping that purple like Prince .40 my tool, that's my wrench Ballin' like J-Kidd, assist She get that three like a swish Moving in silence I need me some guidance I'm wildin' this money and violence Come out the projects I want it I got it Margiela just running through college Fresh out the Porsche Letras de cancionesCheck out my shorts Best from the west to the north Catching some rec with my thots, aye Getting a check for my thoughts, aye Dripping in jelly, I trap off a celly I look like I'm rich in the 80's Droop with the grippy I cruise through the bity I'm ballin out crazy no brazy Ski mask on me so them niggas can't trace me Car is so fast when I skrt they can't chase me Margiela Marino now she wanna date me Can't see the money now she tryna play me Hope out the rari, go vroom I never lack, I stay with goons And you know Gucci my shoes Breaking the rules Stay on the news And you know my shot go swish, shoot from a three point, boy I won’t miss Smooky just caught a new lick Diamonds don't drip Don’t front you get hit Funny vibes I can sense something different in the air It's like a weight being lifted Take some hatred, oh I get it Really trippin' cause you broke And you in your feelings Let her go, she in her feelings Niggas can't tell you shit Man, don't know the difference When you're in your twenties making parents' livid 'Cause you making millions Make em wanna live it than you make a living Over what you spent And making poor decisions Music for the children Hope they make it Major even independent Free them out the penni' Keep him out the prison Writing freedom with the pen and pencil MTV about a Interstitial Fuck with me because it's beneficial Unsuspected like an incidental Chasing that bag 2017, 2018 They breaking my hoes in half Come on through stunting too Looking like a nigga dad Farmer bitches, pull up Type of bitches nigga wish he had Looking in the mirror Vision getting clearer I see why you mad Chickens coming in, they gotta go She ain't fucking then she gotta go Wanna see me drown, I gotta float Best believe I get it by the boat Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it Had your bitch and she be lickin' in it Car so big she wanna get up in it Tell the bitch to chill but she still catching feelings [.45 that] chopper and ready to spit on you niggas All of my bitches, they fucking, they acting siddity Stacking the guap feel like Diddy All of my bitches get millie Popping that molly prescription All of my niggas they dishing I just go hard in the kitchen Bitches they fuckin' they lickin' Carti, I’m getting that... uh Told her go mind her own business ‘Fore I die, Imma make a billie Stack a couple millie 'Rari in the billy House upon the hilly Diamonds getting chilly Bunch of indie niggas with my repping Philly Oh lord, it’s the hood pope Shouldn’t walk, 'cause I could flow Model bitch, get a good throat Said she in love with the hood folks, god damn Nasty baby, 2017 Big ol' diamonds in my pinky ring Prada on me, bitch I do my thing I ain’t gotta talk to you niggas lame Disappear on ‘em like David Blaine Combat boots on me like Major Payne These niggas is funny like Damon Wayans Boy you so broke, man that shit a shame Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag Member times I was broke, now I’m getting that bag Member times I was broke, man I’m getting that bag See I remember times I was broke, now a nigga chasin' that bag From Letras Mania