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I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains, filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it, they think that it's empty When a real nigga talkin', please don't speak My watch tried to take your bitch from me Dead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid Bitch, I'm sippin' right now, don't even touch me No, I'm not sippin' slow Just pass me the ball I'ma pick and roll I get that give and go I'm out there gettin' dough Sosa what's your goals? I don't really know But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that New this, new thot, new bitch Every time I have mood switch New Gucci, new Louis New shirts, new pants, new kicks New drink, new weed I'm surrounded by a bunch of new shit Letras de canciones I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains, filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it, they think that it's empty Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga Soon as I see you creepin' up, I'ma bust, nigga One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga He know he's a throw-away and he don't give a fuck, nigga Don't let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga All these waves, I feel like I'm Puff, nigga At the top it's just us, nigga If you ain't with us, we don't really fuck with you I'm countin' cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes When I wanna be low-key, I'm in that Land Rover You can put me in detox, don't think I'm stayin' sober Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains, filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it, they think that it's empty From Letras Mania