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Pluto Berner (Flexing on that bitch, hold up) (They be wanting to flex up all night) They see me with that cookie baking, know I'm sayin? Look at all of this money on me Look at all of these twenties on me Dirty cash (FOREVEROLLING) Three or four awards, thirty-four stores (Yeah) Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (Forbes) In a Black Cadillac, with the bulletproof doors (Doors) Lift a hotel mama, white ashes on their floors (Yeah) Got a Plain Jane Rollie, I don't need a whole kit (Nah) Another billion off weed, I don't need a whole brick Blue building in Toronto, I'ma flood the whole six (The whole six) Pull a brown bag out and gonna blow the whole shit (Blow it up) I got someone moving cash, all my cars, and armed guards Yeah, that's six million dollars, organized, all large Tell that bitch to slow down, 'cause she fuckin' with my high Left the show with five bitches, need a couple at a time I make plays in Miami, I ain't never hear that prime But I shot down eleven, left the club around nine I sent your bitch on a mission, made her sign for the box Letras de cancionesDropped a big face at Melrose, there's lines around the block Looks like a Jordan drop, you see, you's a Jordan box Till I outgrew the safe and put it into Florida rock Till I bought my old streets, started digging tunnels up Back in 2013, I only touched a hundred plus Back in 2015, I only had a hundred tucked Just bought another truck, if you're good, you'll run it up I bet my enemies is sick, pour another double cup While you sleepin' on the couch, I'll run another hundred up (Get Berned) Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga I sold a lil' truckload, got a whole hood on zooters I recruited more shooters, just to go knock down your shooter, yeah Rich nigga with a Blicky and I shoot it myself (Self) Sip, sip-sippin', I get higher than spaceships (Ships) Bad bitch, bad bitch, swimming in like Mike Phelps (Mike) Average? No, that ain't who I am (Pluto) Bulletproof truck like Obama, I got a stick on me, Osama Cookin' chicken, Benihana, put a Richard Mille on my mama Feed the streets and I be a stunna Cop a coupe and it's white as Madonna Straight out the trenches, I'm growing my numbers Drankin' Texas, better check the persona She gon' eat it up for a sponsor Turn up the drip, ho, got it goin' Turn up the drip, ho, got it flowin' I put some 80 pointers on your arm I put the Jerry Rice diamonds on Ho gon' fuck a rich nigga for nothin' I don't pop out without my gun I'm in Atlanta smokin' California They gon' pop one time for it (They gon' pop) If that's your bitch, that's my ho (Bad) I'm on some rich shit, that's for sure (I'm on some rich) One chain, cost a hundred or more (One chain) Take the gang members with me on tour (Take 'em) Take a Glock with me to the awards Fuck the world like a prostitute (Yeah) Real street nigga, I salute (Bitch) Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga I sold a lil' truckload, got a whole hood on zooters I recruited more shooters, just to go knock down your shooter Brown paper bag, that ain't all a nigga had Bought my main bitch a car 'cause my other main bitch made me mad Got those demons, they tweakin', they ready to attack (Attack) Hit your top for a box, I could fuck over check (Zoom) Brown paper bag, that ain't all a nigga had Bought my main bitch a car 'cause my other main bitch made me mad Got those demons, they tweakin', they ready to attack (Attack) Hit your top for a box, I could fuck over check (Zoom) I be in the trenches with dope, fool I just put APs on my ho, fool Rather go to hell before I tell on bros, shawty Lie to the judge on the low, on God From Letras Mania