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You need to check up from your neck up Bitch choose up, play the red carpet, hit New Orleans Take it overseas, we can cross the border Give her 30K, playin' craps with the trick All my bitch like to do is hit licks Orange Chanel bag match her fingertips Night vision on it so I won't miss Goin' through the shit, still sellin' dope I don't wanna hug, rather just smoke Nigga won't choke if it ain't dope Bitch hit for six, meet me in the Scope Ridin' through the city with a scale on me Hope these fuck niggas don't tell on me, damn Salad with the kale on it Bust down lemonade, sellin' some', goddamn No plates, VIN number covered up, that's an unknown (ups and downs) I thought I fell in love, nigga I was wrong (eyes closed) I can count a hundred thousand with a blindfold, ice so cold It's probably 'cause I got this VVS chain on (you're doing good) It's early in the trap but just hit for sixteen hundred You're doing good (yeehee), you're doing good (yes lord, shit) Bitches shaking ass, on the pole doin' tricks You're doing good, you're doing good (one, two, three, hit it) Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good Letras de canciones Call of Duty choppers, Grand Theft Auto Theory live the city, no pity Soft nigga, why the fuck you speaking on me Told the lil bitch you wanna rob More money more problems, handheld revolvers My nigga just had a daughter, I work harder If rap don't work I'm probably back sellin' hella hard Don't give a fuck, run it up Fuck the judge, I ain't showin' up Put my lawyer on it I'm havin' money, I don't feel right if I don't got a hundred Never had a hit, just a white bitch Sellin' hella twat, bring her to a pimp Livin' like a king, bought the bitch a lil spot North Beach, I'm a real P You a house nigga, puttin' all your money on the Gram nigga My money so long can't fit in a picture But still lookin' like a regular nigga Just in case money (shit) Buy a lake money Beat the case money Real estate money (good job) Make sure my son straight money (yeehee) I'm lovin' how that new Jag run it You the type of nigga buy that bitch a bag but tell her gotta keep the tag on it Six hour flight, touch down Hawaii, know I had to get the car service Snuck a half on the airplane, that good kush, good job Berner Four straps on me, that's four burners, I'm a road runner Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy It's early in the trap but just hit for sixteen hundred You're doing good (yeehee), you're doing good (yes lord, shit) Bitches shaking ass, on the pole doin' tricks You're doing good, you're doing good (one, two, three, hit it) Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good Doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good I ain't finna have the ho int he show givin' out no blow I'm on Snapchat though, but I swear to God though I'm kickin' it with my grandson though Really though really though I'ma let that go (sock it to me) And everything, sock it to me, lil bitty bitch, you under- Good job 1st From Letras Mania