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Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh) How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh) Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy? It's okay, you'll be okay She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin' Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since robins She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanctioned My bougie baddie, they don't even get a, "Thank you", uh That's why she shot gun when I'm goin', uh Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh) How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh) Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy? It's okay, you'll be okay Letras de cancionesUh, you know how I'm comin', it ain't trickin' if you got it You can use my budget, and I promise I won't finish until you start cummin' You can use my love, after you use my number You can lose my number She rock Mike Amiris, so you know I fucked her Rockin' fly shit only, she get all that from me Yeah, her Monclerc furry, Louis V her luggage Showin' off in public, yeah, I love it Two-fifty on the dot, so you probably miss me (Look) How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Look) Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy? It's okay, you'll be okay She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin' Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since robins She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanctioned My bougie baddie, they don't even get a, "Thank you", uh That's why she shot gun when I'm goin', uh Oh Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah No No, babe From Letras Mania