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(So I get up out of my city to stretch my bag) Where you from? (And now I look to my left and I see a girl, she's like lookin' at me) Huh (And she look familiar) I should come 'round there I should come 'round there (Come 'round there) You know I'm gon' talk my shit She love when I talk like this (Like this) I met this bad lil' bitch (She bad) She got a nigga braggin' and shit (My bad) She got a lil' Patek (God damn) She must be havin' this shit (Big money) She know I'm really havin' this shit (Big money) She know I'll go half on this shit (Go half) And she don't need a man (Nah, nah) Niggas be lackin' and shit (That's facts) We cut it like magnets (Quick, quick) Real quick then we vanish (Quick, quick, quick) I know niggas gon' panic (Where she at?) I'ma tip her, automatic (Gettin' ratchet) I'ma get her out of track, keep bendin' that back I'm spendin' my racks, I don't know how to act, nah Juvenile baby, what you doin' out late? Letras de cancionesIn the club, girl, you know what I'm finna do with my cake Brodie said, "Don't be savin' that bitch" But you know I brought my cape in this bitch You're the reason why I came in this bitch Four, five, six, seven, eight in this bitch Hopin' lil' mama don't stay in this bitch Scrappin' up money, don't play in this bitch Made enough money now wait, wait You done made enough money for a great escape I done made enough money, finna break the bank (Uh-huh) Goin' broke? Never, finna make it plant Stay stack it up high like fuck what they think They muggin', they hatin', you somethin' they ain't Somethin' they can't replicate Somehow no pressure make Shawty got a whole new job They lookin' at her like wonderin' why Now she walked in on the high She brought a lil' friend to the vibe She know I'm gon' spend on her Told her friend she can have that fire Told her friend she can have that ten I'ma have 'em here again and again I'm like, "Oh, well, a win is a win" I better see you when I walk back in I'm dark, D'USSÉ, Jack, Henn' Throw a lil' money in the sky Shawty got ass, got thighs But I'm lookin' her dead in her eyes I'm lookin' her dead in her face like, "Let's get married, you know it can't wait" And like Steph Curry, you know I'm gon' make it Give me my shot, you know I'm gon' take it Give you that rock Juvenile baby, what you doin' out late? In the club, girl, you know what I'm finna do with my cake Brodie said, "Don't be savin' that bitch" But you know I brought my cape in this bitch You're the reason why I came in this bitch Four, five, six, seven, eight in this bitch Hopin' lil' mama don't stay in this bitch Scrappin' up money, don't play in this bitch Nah, like Lola said, "Don't play with it" Throw them dollars up high (Yeah) Love like [?], she the type you ain't even gotta dance for a nigga, I just throw the shit She got me all focused and shit, man Hoes I'm unfocused on, I don't know sayin' you fine as hell if I'm gonna blow on ones I told her I got a good reason Lot of rich niggas in this bitch too, man She ain't new to this shit That's why I asked her Where you from? I'ma come 'round there (Come 'round there) I should come 'round there (Come 'round there) Hol' up, wait From Letras Mania