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That's that shit in me Niggas hated on the low, they ain't no friend to me Uh-uh, friend to me Ace Bankz on the track Yeah, that's that shit in me They been hatin', uh, you ain't no friend to me You ain't talkin' money, boy, you ain't no kin to me No, ayy Ace Bankz, turn up Whoa, yeah, that's that shit in me Niggas hated from the jump, they ain't no friend to me You ain't talkin' money, I don't like your energy If the window not tinted, don't mean I rented it Huh? Yeah, I'm just tryna make a way Free Zito, I just hope he beat that case Money don't make you real, don't have me put you in your place Pull up with that glizzy, put that bitch up to your face (Ace Bankz on the track) Ayy, I hope my niggas beat that case Yeah I hope they see the streets one day Pull up on the opps and leave 'em DOA I got my chips on Frito-Lay, gold check at KOD Gets 'em 'bout a hundred feet, should call the centipede Pull up or blow up, bitch, I ain't got time for renegades Letras de cancionesMixin' molly with my Minute Maid, ayy Somebody just spiked my lemonade You ain't no kin to me, can't eat off my dinner plate I ain't with romancing, bitch, this ain't no dinner date You gon' put them high heels on and hit the interstate Man them packs have been up late, they got some with dealer plates Whoa, yeah, that's that shit in me Niggas hated from the jump, they ain't no friend to me You ain't talkin' money, I don't like your energy If the window not tinted, don't mean I rented it Huh? Yeah, I'm just tryna make a way Free Slime, I just hope he beat that case Money don't make you real, don't have me put you in your place Pull up with that glizzy, put that bitch up to your face (Ace Bankz on the track) From Letras Mania