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Mmmh, ahh Woo Wake up in the mornin' counting racks I’ve been gone for a minute now I’m back She don’t love me that bitch only love the stacks I tap it twice then I kick her out the pad Designer on my waste and on my clothes Imma pretty boy, my wrist chilly like some snow I’ve been workin’ in the kitchen Serving pies on the low If you wanna come and shop I got muddy I got snow (I do) Baby you man broke he a joke He ain’t makin' money you can tell by his clothes This whole coat costin’ more than his home I made a milli' just by flippin' that doe Billy pull up crusin' in a Prius bitch Talkin' all that shit we gon' leave you with some stitches bitch I’ve been making money like a pimp i don’t even limp 5 star plate Billy only eating steak and shrimp Now I’m up in LA blowin' dumb smoke Reaching for the money never gone broke Take her to the back she give dumb throat Billy gonna ball like mutombo Ice keep drippin' don't drown ho Letras de cancionesHit it from back make her touch toes You ain’t own shit you got car notes See you later, these shoes is alligator You cannot touch please don’t call me you's a hater If you ring my line please don’t ask me for a favor I do not got time I’m too busy getting paper Wake up in the mornin' counting racks I’ve been gone for a minute now I’m back She don’t love me that bitch only love the stacks I tap it twice then I kick her out the pad From Letras Mania