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We can talk about money, power We can talk about clothes We can talk about mackin' bitches We can talk about flows Who can fuck wit it? Who can fuck wit it? We can talk about money, power We can talk about gats We can talk about slangin' dope for hours Man let's talk about that Who can fuck wit it? Jump out the curb and I had to blast Eight-ball in the corner of a grocery bag Cocaine, white bitch, with a steroid ass Said she got the fake titties for a real nigga That's why I'm still witcha Told her "Baby girl, I just wanna build witcha" I'm rich but I still deal witcha So fresh, so clean, take a still picture Took a couple pills and it made me sicker Blunt after blunt 'til I can't remember Made a four-course meal and it ain't November Rap like Jesus, boy and it ain't December Fig Side, Hoover Street gang member Short, fat nigga with a short temper Letras de cancionesTelescope [?] Give that fuck boy a temper Snipe his pimple, red dot, red dot, makes it simple No love shown, I ain't sentimental Man I write right to the instrumental Bad little bitch in the driver seat Her range, no tint, high as me Still haven't met a nigga get high as we Natural leaf, with an ounce of tree Smoke that real with a half of [?] Sour dies, this OG, get so high we don't need feet Ball so hard we don't need cleats We can talk about money, power We can talk about clothes We can talk about mackin' bitches We can talk about flows Who can fuck wit it? Who can fuck wit it? Baby girl (hum) girl on my dick huh All cause a little shit that I kick huh She know a nigga real, y'all [?] Got a tough FILA hoe just pick one [?] Rubber on, balls deep when I skeet, skeet Two tits, my dick, that's 3D Had a little nurse chick, drove a CC She [?] Ms. Sanchez, ScHoolboy [?] on campus I should major in giving hoes the business Them [?] in the Fendi Who fuck wit it? (uhh) Racket out, tennis game Gon' fuck around and see me with Serena mane My mind on Venus, and her mind on penis Nigga, and I mean this Flow be the meanest Flow be the cleanest Flow be the purist Flow so wavy Niggas try to catch the currents [?] I'm burning, bitch why is you staring? Prolly cause [?] We can talk about money, power We can talk about clothes We can talk about mackin' bitches We can talk about flows Who can fuck wit it? Who can fuck wit it? I say hands in the air for a millionaire Hands in the air for a millionaire Whatcha talkin' man? Only hit it one time, don't call her man From Letras Mania