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(Verse) I go dumber than these niggas on tracks Tell your bitch to throw that pussy back And watch how I attack Fuck it, I feel like I’m the hottest in the game Got the pedal to the metal With a model, getting brain That’s right, you dealing with a hurricane And I might not know them But I bet you they know my fucking name Fuck you seats twisting cigarillos feeling so insane I don’t know what you doing But you should get on the money train Or you get left in the pains That shit I’m tryina do 2 hunneds Cause that’s what on the day There’s where the killers be, dealers be Niggas be wailing Like fuck you on the right thang, They love violence, brrr That’s why I’m ready to blast And keep on looking at me nigga I’ll be busting your ass yea Count it up, I like my money in bags (Hook) Letras de cancionesOn her way back to the bank, spending too much cash I got a white on white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan Hold up, let me do the bitch, I think I’m too much dance Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance Hold up, slow, long stroke, then I go real fast On my way back to the bank, spending too much cash I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance Hold up slow, long stroke, then I go real fast Slow, long stroke, then I go real fast Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan On my way back to the bank, spending too much cash (Verse) Hold up, I might scroll as I sit low So cold that they calling me young wind blow One phone call to get a nigga pickd up Runnin with the gorillas and the big dogs You been actin like they don’t know That I got spaceship, 4,3,2,1 lift off Try to make you snitch, told you to eat cheese And you say that’s your pick up Mafioso life for real, nigga don’t take one step closer Bitch I’m a gladiator, don’t make me come out this holster Only thang I got to say is that I’m going postal Kill a nigga bring him back up from the dead Tell him why I smoked him Play with me, you’ll be floating in the Pacific Ocean These rappers ain’t really no competition for me and get roasted Leave em looking like a burned steak I smell like a million dollars on my worst day (Hook) On my way back to the bank, spending too much cash I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance Hold up slow, long stroke, then I go real fast Slow, long stroke, then I go real fast Had to introduce lil mama to my new fuck stance I got a all-white white whip, call it Ku Klux Klan On my way back from the bank, spending too much cash From Letras Mania