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No brick, I gotta get point Ayy This shit ain't cheap (Cheap) Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet) She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me) He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh) Who want beef? (Beef) Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese) OG's only smoke OG (Yeah) Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh) Your shit ain't hot, it's cold (It's cold) That bitch ain't new, she old (She old) That nigga ain't rich, he broke (He broke) Not feelin' it, no My shit ain't clean (Clean) It's dirty (Dirty), she dirty (Dirty) She's thirsty (Thirsty), reversed it (Reversed it) She twerkin' (Twerkin'), she perfect, ayy This shit ain't cheap (Cheap) Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet) She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me) He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh) Who want beef? (Beef) Letras de cancionesGot bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese) OG's only smoke OG (Yeah) Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh) I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt All of these hoes keep hittin' me up We mixin' potions down in the dungeon All of this money, still never enough Hold up, got my doors up Rolls up with the window up Hop in the Rover, no I don't know ya Diamonds get colder, my neck all froze up I got my own bucks, no, I don't owe ya These boys don't know nothin', and I been told ya I'm a cash blower, blow up, blow up Your pockets gettin' lower, lower, lower Boy, I been told ya, I get my dough up That boy a folder, no, he don't know us Your money move slower, you gotta get closer You burnt like a toaster, hop out the Rolls, skrrt I'ma just go first, ain't no hearse I don't know her, but she got posters She want me to post her, she want me to go flirt But I know she just want cash up in her purse Ayy, this shit ain't cheap (Cheap) Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet) She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me) He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh) Who want beef? (Beef) Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese) OG's only smoke OG (Yeah) Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh) I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt All of these hoes keep hittin' me up We mixin' potions down in the dungeon All of this money, still never enough I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt All of these hoes keep hittin' me up We mixin' potions down in the dungeon All of this money, still never enough From Letras Mania