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Ooh, I almost fuckin' died I made money then I lost it So empty all yo' pockets I'ma need yo' wallet Pop lock and drop it I made money then I lost it So empty all yo' pockets I'ma need ya' wallet, every single dime Just give it up and you’ll be fine Ayy, 247, 3 hunnid and 65 I'm a fresh lil' youngin', you gotta respect the grind Let me tell you somethin' that’s sitting up on my mind I can’t get me a dime, I can’t get me Oh man, I'm so mad that I can't get the bag, it's so sad Everybody wanna take all of mine Everybody wanna take all of mine Ayy, shorty tryna holler, she just want a dollar And I don’t even think that's enough Should of robbed her for her love Sick and I’m feeling kinda stuck I know she’ll want me when I'm comin' up, ayy Then I’ll show her everything I bought And everything I cop And everything I want, huh Letras de cancionesEverything I’ll flaunt like Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, check it, uh Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, check it, uh I made money then I lost it So empty all yo' pockets I'ma need yo' wallet Pop lock and drop it I made money then I lost it So empty all yo' pockets I'ma need ya' wallet, every single dime Just give it up and you’ll be fine Oh wow, got me goin' crazy Oh wow, damn I feel amazing Oh wow, I just won the lottery Oh wow, can’t stop me now Tell me what you want (I want a patek where my wrist is) Tell me what it cost (It cost about 6 digits) Tell me what you want (I want a patek where my wrist is) Tell me what it cost (It cost about 6 digits) Can't stop me now Got me goin' crazy as fuck A dump truck full of cash and a safe in the trunk That sucks, fucked up, spent it all in a month Ha sike, that's right, I got more than enough, ayy Shorty gonna show up and tell me she want my kids But now that I'm rich, don’t know which hoe that I should pick Didn’t want me when i was broke, oh no-no One last kiss then you can go home From Letras Mania