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It's lit It's lit Uh, red cup and the wood tip I'm just tryna clear my mind from the bullshit I got ninety-nine problems, money ain't one They be talkin' bad bitches but I date one Money stackin', pistol packin', what that talk 'bout? Bitch I'm gettin' forty bands on the walk out Yeah I blew a little money but my bills paid I woke up the next day and I'm still paid I remember when I barely had a dollar on me I remember ducking cops 'cause I got it on me Went from plain gold chains, now I'm watered down Now I drink to my success and that water brown We them niggas Always see me with the same set We make money, we don't make threats While they pay attention we get pay checks When they throwing shade we just play catch Getting money with my set now When I'm praying is the only time my head down Popping bottles, I'm all wet now Told my city I won't let up, I won't let down (Brooklyn) Letras de cancionesChain is ocky, wrist is rocky, what that talk 'bout? I just bagged twenty bitches on the walk out Honestly, knowing me, I won't hit them up And if they try to hit me up I ain't picking up Life was a living hell, now we living well And we drink champagne like it's ginger ale And we stand on the couch while my song playin' Up in VIP like we ain't got no home training We them niggas Always see me with the same set We make money, we don't make threats While they pay attention we get pay checks When they throwing shade we just play catch Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue Out in Cali, getting cloudy with my hitter Blue Uh, you aight ma? yeah we good And if I had to make a wish, I wish you niggas would Put my Cartiers on for the shade throwers At first they was fucking with us then they changed on us And we right back popping and they back again And these hoes back thotting and they back again In the Yams with some Jordans, on our scooter bikes They was claiming that they do it but don't do it right It's not about what you got, it's 'bout who you are 'Cause we don't need foreign cars to get foreign broads 'Cause we them niggas Always see me with the same set We make money, we don't make threats While they pay attention we get pay checks When they throwing shade we just play catch But nah for real We really be in the Yams on them scooter bikes bro We got the Jordans on the back of them And all that Then we see these niggas comin' down the strip in foreign cars And we be laughin' 'cause When you look inside of them It's just niggas, no girls, niggas Fuck outta here We them niggas From Letras Mania