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Hahahaha Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020 shit, nigga 2020, right Nah, we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no) Fuck around, pop a bankroll Cuff your bitch quick Know I like a big bitch Say ain't trickin' if you got it But we still don't trick shit, yeah-oh And we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no) Fuck around, pop a bankroll We ain't broke, ho That- that- that's a no-no Whip- whip- whip that work like Django Ain't no place I can't go Bitch, I'm the shit, I'm the bo-omb Savages swoopin' this dum-dum Trap in my house in my long johns A bankroll that don't fold Call the plug, I need more Tryna kick it, baby Two thousand for the tinted, baby Letras de cancionesNew chains and some tennis bracelets So many planes, been many places Cookin' that dope, make it jump off You don't know where I come from Main' lean, what I'm sippin', baby I'm hot saucin' my chicken, baby Drippin' on 'em like lemonade I'm a Texas baby, I like [?] Everything is bust down Know you see me flush now A rich little, no, a nigga big rich Still ain't hit a big lick I be poppin' big shit, yeah Nah, we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no) Fuck around, pop a bankroll Cuff your bitch quick Know I like a big bitch Say ain't trickin' if you got it But we still don't trick shit, yeah-oh And we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no) Fuck around, pop a bankroll Better cuff if you want her (Punk) Thugga, Thugga, I'm a stoner (Stoner) Breakin' down work on dinner dishes I can get a new spot, I got plenty bitches This for the Black Houdini Opened up mind like a genie I'm suicidal, but I read the bible Tony Montana, but without the title (Yeah) Stayed down 'til I came up Never ever forget where I came from Niggas changed on me like four quarters (What?) Shittin' on 'em, I need a Porta Potty Blowin' this gas got me feelin' toxic I stay by the bricks like the Houston Rockets (Yeah) Cut the lil' bitch, I ain't with the gossip And these rappers be actors, they need an Oscar Never coulda been for my woes (Woes) I remember we used to kick doors (Doors) Now we stayin' in the finer places on the top floor More green than a golf course Keep it a hundred with ya I never seen a pack I couldn't get off, huh Me and Thug was in LA for a week straight Talkin' over head most of ya A rich little, no, a nigga big rich Still ain't hit a big lick I be poppin' big shit, yeah Nah, we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no) Fuck around, pop a bankroll Cuff your bitch quick Know I like a big bitch Say ain't trickin' if you got it But we still don't trick shit, yeah-oh And we ain't broke, ho (No-no, no-no) Fuck around, pop a bankroll From Letras Mania