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(E-E-E-Enrgy made this one) Feel me? Let's talk about money, nigga These niggas be talkin' too much 'bout that other shit, nigga I don't know 'bout that Yo' Came out the trap with a brace on Limp to the Benz, why the fuck would I race y'all? Bitch in the back tryna top, let her face off I'm countin' bands, switchin' lanes, tryna chase God I just left the bank with M's When you get this money, you don't need no friends Bustin' off the top, I don't need no pen Smokin' out the pound, I don't need no tens Tints hella dark and it's Aston Been mad far since the jump, can you splash it Can't love a thot, I remain old fashion Talkin' on the 'Gram, but won't bring no action, yo' If you a bitch, then I'm taxin' Go bring my ten 'hind the fence, bring the packs in No, I'm not rich, but my diamonds is flashin' You niggas hate 'cause you can't get no cash in, uh Bro hit the stands, go forty Ain't no more pain in this range, oh lordy Came with a brain, man, I love your shorty Ain't Santa Claus, but I think she naughty, uh Letras de cancionesWe could put your mans on the news Spend a couple bands on these damn Prada shoes Diamonds really swimmin', yeah, they ran on the cruise Aquafina drippin', how the fuck could I lose? I can't Don't got no one to thank I just hopped in my bag and made sure my fam ate all day What the fuck can you say, nigga? Tell me I'm smokin' loud, you can smell me, you should I'm good, I'm hood You been mad, but it's all understood, we straight Thank God he good In a Jag, I'm on the damn interstate, uh Jolly Rancher in my Faygo, Daygo Niggas know they never really play though, hate though Fuckin' count the bands in your face, ho', I do it Niggas, they talk, but don't go through it From Letras Mania