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It’s a rich nigga party bae Sure ain’t spending on chardonnay And my fit hard as fuck Whip fast hit the gas get far as fuck Yeah that ass fat but lil mama how you fuck Talking all that shit But lil mama can you suck Heat keep scoring Baby I get all the buckets Balenciaga shorts Balenciaga on my bucket A hundred on these chains We keep thangs out in public He Missy Elliot if he touch it He ain’t been to Elliot he be bluffing yeah He don’t want smoke Don’t turn nothing into something George said grab the Rolls Royce truck but I ain’t rushing Book street nigga, yeah they’ll vouch for that They ain’t never seen you in the trenches Where your house was at Aye niggas in thеy feelings over bitches I’m to blame Coaching all thеse niggas finna but em in the game Why these niggas think we ain’t got put em in a chain I might look at me and I make niggas look for me Letras de cancionesTwo nights back to back A hundred racks is how they booking me All it took for me to be here All 365 and every leap year Bitches calling up hotels then he sleep here All the DMs and fan mail she wanna meet here Aye Yeah It’s a rich nigga party bae Sure ain’t spending on chardonnay And my fit hard as fuck Whip fast hit the gas Get far as fuck Yeah that ass fat But lil mama how you fuck? Talking all that shit But lil mama can you suck? Aye Heat keep scoring Baby I get all the buckets Yeah Balenciaga shorts Balenciaga on my bucket A hundred on these chains We keep thangs out in public I’mma talk my shit Cause I’m the shit I finally noticed Tryna manifest fucking Dre I’m just focusing These niggas don’t keep it player We don’t notice them These niggas ain’t got no paper We been noticing Coach again I done had the bag fucked it up And I went broke again Got a hundred bags of designer Let it go again I got back in my bag And they mad cause I’m on again Tell em how much you want for a show again The show up in it Oh that boy look so expensive Seen your hoe make that drip drip Playing in her throat she said I gotta hold on It’s a rich nigga party bae Sure ain’t spending on chardonnay And my fit hard as fuck Whip fast hit the gas get far as fuck That ass fat But lil mama how you fuck? Talking all that shit But lil mama can you suck? Aye Heat keep scoring Baby I get all the buckets Yeah Balenciaga shorts Balenciaga on my bucket A hundred on these chains We keep thangs out in public From Letras Mania