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S63, AMG Pretty bitches, pay a fee, broke not the thing to be A few really play the streets, cats tell them fairy tales Brown paper bags full of hundreds, haters pray I fail Baby on my phone, she talkin' money, and she ready Shit I made a hundred thousand already Used to blow pelly, used to move truckloads of the reggie Now we toast when we close deals over ten milli My bags speak for me, I don't talk much 456 with the bag, get it off uhh Coffee colored leather, yeah my smoke's much better Tell a broke boy choke, you don't checks no cheddar Your bitch wanna ride, chose my letter Toast, keep the wetter, Joe Blow, might sweat her Ralph Lauren or I rock my own sweater Oh you fresh? But you soft as a feather, pussy Bag full of cash, new hundreds so crispy Hand count 8 stacks, snowman, got me dizzy White light, blue cookie so pissy Fishtailin' out the lot, drunk drivin' got me dizzy She can suck me off but not kiss me I'm the man in my city, pray every bullet miss me I'ma make a hundred mil' like 50 Smokin' kill, on the wheel, yeah these pills got me dizzy Letras de cancionesYeah I'm doin' 160 How the fuck I'ma spend all this money 'fore they kill me? 18 karat gold, I think it compliments my skin I'm a shark in the water, come and swim Hundred grand on the Benz Hundred grand on my hand Hit the store, all I buy is rubber bands, I'm the man Cop heavy, your plug's not ready Porsche Cayenne, gold watch frezzi Smoke with the best, I'm Wiz, Spitta Andretti Ain't shit you can tell me, yeah these dudes blow reggie My whole crew's on power One hour, move 300 sour Bag full of cash, new hundreds so crispy Hand count 8 stacks, snowman, got me dizzy White light, blue cookie so pissy Fishtailin' out the lot, drunk drivin' got me dizzy She can suck me off but not kiss me I'm the man in my city, pray every bullet miss me I'ma make a hundred mil' like 50 Smokin' kill, on the wheel, yeah these pills got me dizzy From Letras Mania