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Yeah, whoa Kenny Beats I want that money and I'm gonna grind to go get it Bitch, I'm with Pablo and I'm 'bout to run up a milli Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me She suck on the dick like she toothless Young niggas with me, they ruthless We stepping out, we make movies Hop in that foreign and Louis They trying to take all the sauce Young nigga, I've been the boss Take off and run in your house Turned around, Draco, we [?] the bitch out Pull up and walk in the party, they staring We just so high, we not caring Hopped out that brand new McLaren We not the same, can't compare them Double C, triple Chanel He go to jail, he gon' tell I'm in the trap and I'm running through bales We getting money and we cannot fail All of my bitches, they dressed in the latest Passing the bitch [?] cake Letras de cancionesAnd if I like her, I'll take her on dates My ex be dead to me just like a weight Every day, I'm in a new different state I do not order nothing else but the steak Country boy [?] and we call them baked We on they ass, we won't give them a break I want that money and I'm gonna grind to go get it Bitch, I'm with Pablo and I'm 'bout to run up a milli Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me She suck on the dick like she toothless Young niggas with me, they ruthless We stepping out, we make movies Hop in that foreign and Louis They trying to take all the sauce Young nigga, I've been the boss Take off and run in your house Turned around, Draco, we [?] the bitch out I live in the concrete jungle, Jumanji Diamonds, they look like Dasanis Smoking gelato, count my money Blue bankroll look like Sonic I fucked that bitch in her stomach I fucked that bitch on the floor Riding dirty with a hundred Dirty clip for the Draco I'm in L.A. with the loc's Me and Duke jumped on the boat Hoodrich, I don't fuck with petty hoes Serving O's like SpaghettiOs Got carats, but them ain't no vegetables I want the cookies, no edibles Backwoods looking like egg rolls Fuck that little bitch, she ain't nothing but a hoe Trap with the chopper aimed at the door Too many [?], put the safe in the floor Serve you while I'm pulling up for a show Shoot the chopper till my finger get sore Be like Soprano Fifty keys in the box, piano Strip a nigga naked like D'Angelo HoodWolf, not the animal Gucci open-toed sandals Fendi tie on, in the Bentley, getting handled Fire his ass up, he'll [?] Drinking Hitech, we'll put it in Fantas I want that money and I'm gonna grind to go get it Bitch, I'm with Pablo and I'm 'bout to run up a milli Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me She suck on the dick like she toothless Young niggas with me, they ruthless We stepping out, we make movies Hop in that foreign and Louis They trying to take all the sauce Young nigga, I've been the boss Take off and run in your house Turned around, Draco, we [?] the bitch out From Letras Mania