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Tryna get her money, she was nineteen Movin' to Miami was her life's dream I told her she could end up on a wide screen She liked that, she thought she was lightning (Hey, hey, hey) Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag Goin' up good, so she can't look bad Goin' up fast so she can't look back Why you holdin' on if it can't go bad? (Hey, hey) Stacy got the heels and the brand new tags Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back You can't go back, you can't go back Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Niggas on, never goin' back where I started Chopped off the roof so I could see where my God is I wanted the Spider, I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in Can't let the rats live, that's a problem Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest Niggas carryin' heavier sticks than the loggers Letras de cancionesEverything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my seat, for the robbers We juugin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem Think of me as man, then a goon, then an artist Watch where you stomp when you walk where my clocks is I'm not with the talk, with the talk, not the talkers I be with the goons and the thugs goin' bonkers I would never stop in the park for your pardon I be hittin' the numbers, for real, hit the log-in I just left Celine, yeah, I probably spent the mortgage Diamonds 'round my neck, know it's fuckin' retarded I might, might buy six chains tonight Just to say I did it, for real Just to say I lived it, for real Just to say I'm frigid I might, might buy six chains tonight Just to say I did it, for real Just to say I lived it, for real Just to say I'm frigid Hey Stacy got the brib and the brand new bag Goin' up good, so she can't look bad Goin' up fast so she can't look back Why you holdin' on if it can't go bad? (Hey, hey) Stacy got the heels and the brand new tags Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back You can't go back, you can't go back Wanted the Rari', I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Niggas on, never goin' back where I started Chopped off the roof so I could see where my God is I wanted the Spider, I walked up and bought it I don't even think I thought twice that I thought it Drivin' 'round the same hood that I starved in Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, where my Everything I got up on my wrist, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my teeth, shit is gorgeous And they know I'm comin' from the east, shit is hardest Niggas carryin' heavier sticks than the loggers Everything I got up on my wrist, bitch, it's gorgeous Everything I got up on repeat, shit is gorgeous Everything I got up on my seat for the robbers We juugin', ballin', it's just an ordinary problem Tryna get her money, she was nineteen Movin' to Miami was her life's dream I told her she could end up on a wide screen She liked that, so thought she was lightning From Letras Mania