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(The fuck going on, Maajins?) I just made a couple million, I just made a couple thousand Racks go up to the ceiling, racks go up to a mountain Counting bands, love the feeling, fuck the niggas that be doubtin' Bitches really tryna clown me, fake niggas get from 'round me Ra-Rack on your head; a bounty, I can never love a hoe I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend, get it on your own I can never switch on my bros, you get caught and yo ass gon' fold Bitch I was down bad, I was broke Now I'm always standing ten toes How the fuck you finna leave me for a bum nigga? No I don't get it Then you tryna come back sayin' that you sorry, you made a mistake Hoе you downgraded, tryna come back 'cause now I madе it Girl you coulda had the world And now you're fuckin' wit a nigga that’s treatin' you wrong But that's not my problem no more Hop in a coupe, and I’m whipping a four-door I’m wit’ yo bitch and she takin' a photo I'm in NY and I'm goin' to SoHo I'm sippin' red, I'm sippin' on rojo I see the fake niggas with my old hoe Think that i'm mad you fuckin with my old hoe How could I be mad, you fuckin' with a thot? How many bands? Bitch I made a lot Letras de cancionesI'm goin' up, I don’t gotta drop We on yo ass, bitch we got the drop White boy flexin' a motherfuckin' prop Boy, you don't shoot shit on the regular That boy like to act tough on the cellular Up in the sky, nigga where we sending ya Gimme a year, nigga all I'm telling ya Told you that "I'm sorry, I wanna go back to the way that it was" You wanna believe everybody but me, hoe I don't get it If I wanted to fuck your friend, you ain't think I would already did it? Now you walk past me with your face in your phone And the shit we had, I don't know if I miss it I just made a couple million, I just made a couple thousand Racks go up to the ceiling, racks go up to a mountain Counting bands, love the feeling, fuck the niggas that be doubtin' Bitches really tryna clown me, fake niggas get from 'round me Rack on your head; a bounty, I can never love a hoe I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend, get it on your own I can never switch on my bros, you get caught and yo ass gon' fold Bitch I was down bad, I was broke Now I'm always standing ten toes From Letras Mania