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(B.loadin) I'm on my way up to the top, just gotta take my time I love the way to sip pop, spend two-fifty every line I'm havin' shots like a bar, I hope a pussy don't try Spent eighty thousand on a car 'cause I just like the way it whines I really feel it's my time, I'ma stand on my grind Love the way my shit shine, fell in love with these diamonds I wanna build her like Kylie, I'ma keep movin' these pounds I'm the neighborhood trapper, I'm servin' pints and grams [Verse 1] I got a lot on my plate, so l been movin' that weight Two-four, play with that Drac', I'm Mr. 448 And I don't go on dates, gotta fuck now, can't wait I'm walking 'round like a birthday, they know I get cake Shе know I don't got no heart, she want to chill, just play your part She stayеd down through the hard times, so I bought her a Audemar Growing up we had it hard, and now we livin' large And we go AMGs and SRTs, we came up from stealin' cars I sip hella drank, in the booth I'm nodding off I'm on it daily, I can't stop, can't take no time off I think 'bout money all the time, can't take my mind off Can't take my mind off, yeah, I can't take my mind off I'm on my way up to the top, just gotta take my time I love the way to sip pop, spend two-fifty every line Letras de cancionesI'm havin' shots like a bar, I hope a pussy don't try Spent eighty thousand on a car 'cause I just like the way it whines I really feel it's my time, I'ma stand on my grind Love the way my shit shine, fell in love with these diamonds I wanna build her like Kylie, I'ma keep movin' these pounds I'm the neighborhood trapper, I'm servin' pints and grams Ass up, face down, water on my neck, might drown Eating a lamb chop in the Lamb', these turkey bags goin' ham We the young niggas with the answers, I got turnt up off of grams And now I'm flyin' PJ, I was in a PJ on the 'Gram Every time I'm out my mind, I'm patient, you ain't doing it right if you ain't havin' no haters I'm outside, can't post my location Never know what they on, these niggas might take me All cash on a 'Cat, drop eighty I love designer, my shirt Celine My jeans expensive, Amiri, and my drink not green, it's red Yeah, I sip 250 a line, I bought it 3000 a pint I really do love these diamonds, I spend 'bout a hundred on ice In the 'Cat with one in the head, I cannot get caught at no light If you ain't a bitch that's gettin' money, sorry, you not my type I'm on my way up to the top, just gotta take my time I love the way to sip pop, spend two-fifty every line I'm havin' shots like a bar, I hope a pussy don't try Spent eighty thousand on a car 'cause I just like the way it whines I really feel it's my time, I'ma stand on my grind Love the way my shit shine, fell in love with these diamonds I wanna build her like Kylie, I'ma keep movin' these pounds I'm the neighborhood trapper, I'm servin' pints and grams From Letras Mania