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Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga I didn't know who to trust, wasn't hidin' the coupe Wsn't hidin' my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah When it came to gettin' racks, I got new dividends Got a thick brown skin bitch, I call her Cinnamon Took some losses in these streets, I gotta pack and then wait for the win I had to tuck a mil', I got in the field, nigga, then I did it again I was in the streets lil' nigga, I really went platinum, yeah Feelin' like Joe when I was in the trap, I was whippin' up Jacksons, yeah I was down bad, niggas turned they backs, yeah They ain't know that I was fillin' up the mattress, yeah I was just a broke nigga, now a nigga designer my feet '17 foreign car, tinted windows, ridin' down the street, yeah I gotta feed the streets, the motto is "All my niggas gotta eat" I had to trap it out, I wasn't even gettin' no sleep, yeah I didn't know who to trust, wasn't hidin' the coupe Wsn't hidin' my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do Letras de cancionesGotta get this money, you can't let it change you But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah Ayy, gotta put my new bitch in a mink She collect the bag like a Brink And that shit mean everything to me 'Cause she gotta ball like me I was gettin' off of robbin', I was on and off the road Had to learn the hard way that these streets so cold Celebratin' with the Ace of Spade, pourin' up the rose cold You would think I was in the garden how I'm pullin' up the Rolls You would think that I'm a shredder how I'm fuckin' up a check And I ain't never played tennis but I got a couple on my neck She say she want me to flood the face to get the Audemars Piguet I'm the youngest richest nigga that been poppin' out the set I got the answers, nigga, I don't need no auto-correct Got it jumpin' out my own city, then I moved to Brooklyn like the Nets, yeah, yeah I didn't know who to trust, wasn't hidin' the coupe Wsn't hidin' my bag, yeah, I didn't know what to do Gotta get this money, you can't let it change you But I can't lie, all these hunnids got a nigga feelin' brand new I just fucked my main bitch on a private jet to Cancun Gave her my heart before I knew the bitch was ran through That's why when it come to these hoes, I gotta stay in love with double cup, yeah Chasin' the bag, that's on the regular, I gotta run it up, yeah From Letras Mania