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What's the time zone? I could count this money with my eyes closed No he didn't, baby I know Cop another ride off of my iPhone High off marijuana but I ride low Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk Call an uber for the night, your broad with me KK in the jar, jugging all through the city Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly Then take it off All this money I make and I'm going stronger And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic Work for everything you can't take it All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole I do just what I want don't see myself turn in to no one Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved Bong rips, double SSs Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin' Letras de cancionesThat's how we bring them checks in Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one Her best friend, rolling more blessings Got doobies in my Louie for protection But you still smell them I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a uber Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver So we got action, I'm not about to pass it I got various, pick one out this batch and you can have it I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so Talking million dollars you know I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole I do just what I want don't see myself turn in to no one Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved From Letras Mania