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Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Smoove made it 'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say? No birthday, but she bring me that cake Hella shows, nigga, sold out dates Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it Big brown bag be the Birkin I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes To tempt a nigga, it ain't workin' Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe Get real rich, build a house on the beach I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep Burberry headband and Gucci the collar They can't even fuck with me, why even bother? Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it One thing bout me, yeah A nigga just tryna get rich I be feelin' like a shooting star They see me, they all gonna wish (Yeah) Letras de cancionesLow-key, low-key Ya bitch, she ain't really ya bitch She done let the whole gang hit I'll be adding that bitch to the list Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money I never be having a sad day Running, I'm running, the paper keep coming I had to go get it the fast way Woke up to a lil' bag today Know my ex-bitch mad at me Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A. Won't trade this shit for anything 'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say? No birthday, but she bring me that cake Hella shows, nigga, sold out dates Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it Big brown bag be the Birkin I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes To tempt a nigga, it ain't workin' Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe Get real rich, build a house on the beach I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep Burberry headband and Gucci the collar They can't even fuck with me, why even bother? Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it Want me to put her in Rick Owens I hit the bitch then she get goin' Ice on my neck, now this bitch snowin' Just started gon' keep growin' I gotta get it, keep running it up All the hoes scream my name when I hop off the bus Wink at ya ho and she startin' to blush Looked at your bitch as she knew what it was Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money I never be having a sad day Running, I'm running, the paper keep coming I had to go get it the fast way Woke up to a lil' bag today Know my ex-bitch mad at me Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A. Won't trade this shit for anything 'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say? No birthday, but she bring me that cake Hella shows, nigga, sold out dates Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it Big brown bag be the Birkin I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes To tempt a nigga, it ain't workin' Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe Get real rich, build a house on the beach I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep Burberry headband and Gucci the collar They can't even fuck with me, why even bother? Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it From Letras Mania