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Now she wanna fuck with me (fuck with me)Live a life of luxury, models in my money treesSuch beautiful companyFuck a 9 to 5 I’m seeing dollar signsBut I'm still driving around in my old whipStill living at home, got issues with myOld chick she blowin' up my phoneTalkin ‘bout some bullshitLike who’s this, who’s thatCould be worseSo to calm her nervesI just tell herRoll up an L and light itLet’s go to spaceBe my co, I’ll be the pilotLet’s get awayBaby let’s get awayMoney doesn't grow from treesMaybe we can make believe todayAll I need is companyRest assure I got it babeWorking for the finer things (finer things)Getting in all kind of waysLetras de canciones[?] under my champagneEvery day we celebrate (celebrate)Fuck your little phones a million ain't enoughBut I'm still driving around in my old whipStill living at home, gotIssues with my new chickShe blowin’ up my phoneNow all I hear is womp’ womp’, womp’ womp’ (womp’ womp’)But it could be worseGirl calm your nerves I want you toRoll up an L and light itLet’s go to spaceBe my co i’ll be the pilotLet’s get awayBaby let’s get awayMoney doesn’t fall from treesMaybe we can make believe todayAll I need is companyAnd the rest is yours, I promise babeIf money don’tB 31 through 60, B 31 through 60 welcome on aboard From Letras Mania