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Ridin' real fast in a race car I been ridin' round in a race car Yeah, I'm goin' fast in my race car I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz Ten toes down and it's no new friends I swear that I just don't have the time for it Smokin' on some grape like a concord All black on the outside, how I'm feeling On track, count the money up to the ceiling Big stacks, I've been down bad but I'm healing Fall back, all that clout that you been stealing I remember bein' broke last year Now I'm gettin' money like a cashier I remember bein' broke last year We ain't goin' back, we just got a lotta cash here I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz Ten toes down and it's no new friends I swear that I just don't have the time for it Smokin' on some grape like a concord New friends hit my phone up but they phony Old friends see I blown up and they told me Letras de cancionesNever let that money control me I'm smokin' on the gas when I'm lonely Old bitch hit my phone up but she schemin' New bitch saw me glo up, now we beamin' Now I'm on stage, fans screamin' I ain't ever sleep but it feel like I'm dreaming I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz Ten toes down and it's no new friends I swear that I just don't have the time for it Smokin' on some grape like a concord I been ridin' round in a blacked out Benz Ten toes down and it's no new friends I swear that I just don't have the time for it Smokin' on some grape like a concord From Letras Mania