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I party like a rockstar, let the Benz fishtail All out the window, I got it off a fish scale Rollie with the big face, now I need the gold one Timepiece piece crazy, girl, I got a cold one When my car all cloudy let the A/C blast I don't need love, baby, pay me cash First of the month, when them fiends come I'm hot like a rock sale Cocktails - red bean and oxtail Three phones I'm trying to get a key sold Weed smoke in the air, no diesel We grow, shit you never seen, so Rose Clicquot, the shit you gotta drink slow All in my cup, bitch, I ain't on no fucked shit I just want a pretty dime piece that'll suck dick I just want a big fat crib and a race car Thirty-five pounds by the window of my AR I got a fresh new stash of endless cash They try and tell me that this shit won't last I got two new whips and a brand new pad They try and tell me that this shit won't last I just gotta slow down they say I move too fast They try and tell me that this shit won't last I like lobster, crabs and poppin' tags They try and tell me that this shit won't last Letras de canciones Berner, what up, nigga? Wake up, grab some cake, hit it raw and bake up Check my Twitter little niggas still follow what I say Sayin' that they know that it's real so they put the fake up Eight million Taylors later, niggas gon' hate us I'm always rocking that JOYRICH I pull up in a Porshe 911 you still drivin' that boy shit Smellin' like the shit I just smoked Jealous 'cause you livin' life broke Mad 'cause my niggas all paid Ridin' to some shit I just wrote High like I was back in seventh grade When my cousin first passed me that dope Now I just pull up, valet That's my man he know I got the hook up Hoppin' out, #6 Jays, fly niggas look up We the gang if you a hater go die with 'em If you not come, get high with us I got a fresh new stash of endless cash They try and tell me that this shit won't last I got two new whips and a brand new pad They try and tell me that this shit won't last I just gotta slow down they say I move too fast They try and tell me that this shit won't last I like lobster, crabs and poppin' tags They try and tell me that this shit won't last I say hoe... think twice 'Cause if you roll the joint for me, then it better be right, better be right I say hoe... think twice If you roll the joint for me, then it better be right, better be right, be right, be right... If you roll the joint for me, then it better be right, better be right, be right, be right... If you roll the joint for me, then it better be right, better be right... I got a fresh new stash of endless cash They try and tell me that this shit won't last I got two new whips and a brand new pad They try and tell me that this shit won't last I just gotta slow down they say I move too fast They try and tell me that this shit won't last I like lobster, crabs and poppin' tags They try and tell me that this shit won't last (Grazie a Dario Souayah per questo testo) From Letras Mania