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(x2) I turn something to nothing, in the cutless I’m buttless Don’t give a fuck if you pretty Don’t fuck with me less you fucking If you ain’t sucking I’m bucking, be self so cocky, I’m poppin Will go claw hoppin in London, and if you fine take you shoppin (Verse) Man I got so much money, I swear my pockets is sloppy I’m walking foreign designers, where everything is so cocky My money winnin you jockin All my hoes for a ride I bought a Bentley a masterpiece, so the jet boys glockin Red beam on your head, now you’re home boy shot I got a good one but is steady for every chain I got And it’s the pay with the give the niggas for all the brain I got I be a multibillionaire, I have to explain this guap, this guap (Hook x2) Jugg finesse, I’m gone with the set It don’t need callin for your money bet Jugg finesse, I’m gone with the set It don’t need callin for your money bet (Verse) I rap, I scheme, press down on jet Letras de cancionesI work that triple bean, I’m the man in the trap I’ll show you shit you never seen, you get rich off that I’m talking million dollar months, you could double your set Smoke 200$ blunts, every boss that’s a stay Missin with the caviar, while I cook up the crack 3 65 I got a jugg, paper chasing the same I got all these free bands, don’t give a fuck about rep All we do is jugg, me and Gucci getting it in 10 17, that’s a brick with an extra 10 You buy a brick from me a 36 you get a 10 You shouldn’t shot with Scooter, he done did that shit again (Hook x2) Jugg finesse, I’m gone with the set It don’t need callin for your money bet Jugg finesse, I’m gone with the set It don’t need callin for your money bet From Letras Mania