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Ay, what the fuck, bitch? I'm trying to get rich as shit I'ma pull up with a big bag and sew that shit up, gang Neck so cold (hm) Bitch you said freeze Just made another hit, yeah did it with ease Fit so clean, yeah can you find a crease? If you cutting bread, can I have another piece? (Aye) Poppin' out the bed, I’m making hits this shit like everyday Baby cast the leviosa, now I'm going to levitate Im making more then you make yearly solely off an interest rate I know you slightly jelly of my neck, cause I'm a heavyweight Big bag, big back yard (Aye, ouh) 12 cars, six bad broads (Aye) Billy pull up whippin' you'd think it was Nascar (Skrrt) They see me winning I get it I'm too raw (What?) Me and baby pull up in a spaceship This that new shit, all y'all bitches basic Talkin' all that shit on the internet, let's face it We're getting rich while you stuck in the basement (Yuh) Now Billy famous Pull up in a drop top coupe, that’s brainless You be the background, we be in the a-list Me and baby chillin' with the some older ladies Letras de cancionesI've been working way to hard Got a bitch in every state, and a crib on mars I've been eating so good gotta watch the carbs Couple thousand on the wrist billy flex I'm a star Neck so cold (hm) Bitch you said freeze Just made another hit, yeah did it with ease Fit so clean, yeah can you find a crease? If you cutting bread, can I have another piece? (Aye) Poppin' out the bed, I’m making hits this shit like everyday Baby cast the leviosa, now I'm going to levitate Im making more then you make yearly solely off an interest rate I know you slightly jelly of my neck, cause I'm a heavyweight Vrum, vrum, vrum, vrum, vrum See me whippin' in a drop top I got no room Vrum, vrum, vrum, vrum, vrum See me whippin' in a drop top I got no room From Letras Mania