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Yeah Reaching for my hand I just want my bands (Saint in this motherfucker) She reaching for my bands I'm gon' slap her hand The feds been gunning for my mans I took the risk, I took the chance Got a tell 'em like how it is It don't get no better than this No, I ain't got no kids So I'm spending racks on my wrist You can do some things with a brick You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip But my brother had called from the cell I told [?] I had flipped Told them boys don't mess with no roaches 'cause it's bound to be some more God be talking to me like I'm Moses, told me don't you stop giving some morе Money coming in, I let my chain hang low Committed a lot of sins, told him I won't do it no morе Money green my lean, Balmain on my jeans Came onto the scene, just started running things Thought we was eye to eye but her eyes always on my bling Bad bitch pour my cup, I'm living just like a king Letras de cancionesWe get the cheese, fettucini Disappear on 'em, Houdini Bentleys and new Lamborghinis Pull out the stick, cause a frenzy When it get cold, Moncleezy my coat All them boys be fake, I don't fuck with them folks She reaching for my bands I'm gon' slap her hand The feds been gunning for my mans I took the risk, I took the chance Got a tell 'em like how it is It don't get no better than this No, I ain't got no kids So I'm spending racks on my wrist You can do some things with a brick You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip But my brother had called from the cell I told [?] I had flipped Told them boys don't mess with no roaches 'cause it's bound to be some more God be talking to me like I'm Moses, told me don't you stop giving some more Money coming in, I let my chain hang low Committed a lot of sins, told him I won't do it no more Money green my lean, Balmain on my jeans Came onto the scene, just started running things Thought we was eye to eye but her eyes always on my bling Bad bitch pour my cup, I'm living just like a king From Letras Mania