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[feat. Juicy J, Project Pat] Hey Let's go Drop a hit Royles Royce My driver look like Mr Belvedere Red Bull lime juice Mix it all up with Belvedere And I can smell that sac is near Told them folk coming back this year Strong team with all my pills We don't send no city zip Sonny digital Southern smoke Man I swear this money Keep me caught up it's a mess Addicted to this money Man I swear I am possesed I might just be obsessed With that fact I'm ballin Cause everytime I sleep I hear dem dead men callin Letras de cancionesI'm obsessed with the money I'm Obsessed With these hoes Obsessed with my cars I'm obsessed with clothes I got obsessions I got obsessions And I'm obsessed with the drugs Obsessed with the trap I got obsessions for the sac That's why I keep a strap I got obsessions I got obsessions Drop a hit Royles Royce My driver look like Mr Belvedere Red Bull lime juice Mix it all up with Belvedere And I can smell that sac is near Told them folk coming back this year Strong team with all my pills We don't send no city zip We don't catch feelings now Unless you niggas feeling scared I beat ym blue I'm seeing red I heard what you niggas said D.O.A. You nigga dead Yon going jail We going FED I'm going shopping These bitches bobbing They know I came here Just to ball racks on racks On racks on racks on racks I swear them stacks are tall You don't want no sac at all That's why I can't fuck with ya'll I'm obsessed with the money I'm Obsessed With these hoes Obsessed with my cars I'm obsessed with clothes I got obsessions I got obsessions And I'm obsessed with the drugs Obsessed with the trap I got obsessions for the sac That's why I keep a strap I got obsessions I got obsessions One they gotta have it For the paper I'm a savage Everyday I fuck a bitch This life I live is lavish They say you over doing it I say you just ain't doing it The fantom I spent 2 on it The fantom I put 2 in it We smoked out Glock 2 in it Easter pink pop In the skybox Cooling it I ain't doing nothing Else not do I wanna All a nigga needs is Weed, pussy and some money I'm addicted to This ballin shit I'm a ballin nigga so I need a ballin bitch If you ain't talking About no money than Don't bother bitch I went straight to The league No scholarship I'm obsessed with the money I'm Obsessed With these hoes Obsessed with my cars I'm obsessed with clothes I got obsessions I got obsessions And I'm obsessed with the drugs Obsessed with the trap I got obsessions for the sac That's why I keep a strap I got obsessions I got obsessions Resist and get the money Excorcist swag Dead president shows In the Louis bag Sacrificial chickens Magically turned into bread Chicken heads automatically Giving me head Addicted to the fans Like like a chunk of crack Money cars clothes with A big pistol in lap Stacks in the racks Choppers they chick And they clack I'm down bad and the barrel Is AIMED at your hack! I'm obsessed with the money I'm Obsessed With these hoes Obsessed with my cars I'm obsessed with clothes I got obsessions I got obsessions And I'm obsessed with the drugs Obsessed with the trap I got obsessions for the sac That's why I keep a strap I got obsessions I got obsessions Man I swear this money Keep me caught up it's a mess Addicted to this money Man I swear I am possesed I might just be obsessed With that fact I'm ballin Cause everytime I sleep I hear dem dead men callin I got obsessions! From Letras Mania