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Wheezy outta here Yeah Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly I'm like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny Bitch like Madonna beside me Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got a Cuban link Dominican mamis still callin' me papi Passport my car out the country (Yeah) We came from nothin' to luxury Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me All along, yeah, they was fronting The coupe got the trunk in the front end (Wheezy outta here) Count up a check when I'm horny (Horny) I spent a dub up in Barney's (Barney's) We keep them straps like the army (Army) All them niggas on go, you can't harm me (Harm me) Fuck TSA, we flew here on a jet Speak when you say my name, just have respect Letras de cancionesI cannot move if you ain't got a check I like when she give me that neck (Suck it) My bitch is bad and wet Diamonds, they hittin', they look like baguettes (Splash) I cannot play with no lame in the street This shit ain't checkers, this chess (This chess) I'm kickin' shit like a punter I promise, and I do this shit for my mama (Shit) Whip up a whole brick in front of your eyes Cook it up like Benihana's (Wheezy outta here) Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly I'm like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny Bitch like Madonna beside me Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got a Cuban link Dominican mamis still callin' me papi Passport my car out the country (Yeah) We came from nothin' to luxury Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me All along, yeah, they was fronting The coupe got the trunk in the front end (Wheezy outta here) Yeah, jumped off the porch, all my niggas need large chairs Got the floor full of green like a lawn, yeah Tell her shake it, you know we got more, yeah Yeah, all this ice, my arm damn near went numb, yeah YSL clarity on my charm, yeah Ayy, in Cali we rollin' exclusives Blue Magic, the coupe Frank Lucas Give her dope, then she smoke it like cookie Wearin' Dior, my aunt used to boost it Luxury tax on this drip, they ain't seen yet Cozy paintin' on my jean jacket Baguettes dangle on my necklace They seen me somewhere with a actress (Wheezy outta here) Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly I'm like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny Bitch like Madonna beside me Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got a Cuban link Dominican mamis still callin' me papi Passport my car out the country (Yeah) We came from nothin' to luxury Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me All along, yeah, they was fronting The coupe got the trunk in the front end (Wheezy outta here) From Letras Mania