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(Hey, what was that? I hear something) Ayy, ayy Ayy, [?] my clip long Steak inside my pasta, bitch, I feel like [?] (Ayy) [?] in the air force, I'm solid as a stone They probably think I got stylist when I'm puttin' this shit on Ayy, pull up in a spaceship, ain't drive today, I flown What I'm rockin' you can't find, this that Comme des Garçons I smoke an eighth then a backwood, I'm higer than a drone If you ain't callin' 'bout no money, then act like your shit unknown (Ayy) Hop in a coupe, I ain't got a open doors [?] (Ayy) If ain't money in that bitch, then that's somewhere I don't belong And I feel like Macaulay Culkin, bitch, I'm juggin' home alone If you ain't payin' for no feature, I ain't gettin' on no song The shit I spit too crazy, this shit have your mind blown When you look up see the stars, ain't no roof, the mind blown Say I'm way abovе my time, in another time zonе Only one thing on my mind, wake up, get my grind on (Ayy) One thing on my mind and that is a check Remember days, remember them hard times, shit I can't forget Dead faces, money came alive, this shit resurrect There's only one thing on my mind and that's go get a sack One thing on my mind, that's go get a sack If you fuckin' up that check, make sure you go get it back I just walked in Saks Fifth and I just spent some racks Letras de cancionesThey say Wopster dope as fuck, just like a brick of crack (Ayy) One thing on my mind, that's go get a sack If you fuckin' up that check, make sure you go get it back I just walked in Saks Fifth and I just spent some racks They say Wopster dope as fuck, just like a brick of crack (Ayy) From Letras Mania