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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Bitch (Bitch) Nino, look D-Roc I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I’m a jag Two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash They respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag Y'all chase bitches, I chase bags Shoppin’ up in LIV, ballet slippers for the swag And I just got a new crib 'Cause I was stuck and had to get it how I live Me and my cousin had to write our own scripts, so We with the hustlin', we was small when we was buyin' cars Stayed in our budget, can't do nothin' from behind bars Nothin' but sufferin', I know criminals in all the walls And I don’t judge ’em MVP, I'm on some James Harden shit And fuck a nine to five, I’m on some money ploy shit Letras de cancionesYou got your money in the bag? Bitch, I need a forklift I ain't good with fallin' off, I'm tryna make the Forbes List, hey I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash Sonnin’ these niggas, they respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag Two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash They respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag Two-fifty on the whip, a hundred on the tag The Gucci with the cash, two hundred on the dash Bad foreign bitch with the curves and all She love a real nigga, shot call and ball See my bloods been poppin' from my neck of the woods And then we came up ice rockin', put the candy on wood Put the stuntin' in full, it's all gravy and good Put potatoes on the nine, nigga, fuck 'em, we do it Shine is a must, the people, we duck We chalk a nigga down while we standin' him up I'm just a 3rd Ward nigga, big money on me We come from the bottom, nigga, survive and make it I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag Two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash They respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag Had to learn my own craft, I was on the wrong path I was out here livin' dirty 'til I took a long bath I done got my shit together, now I got my own staff 'Bout to fuck my right hand man up 'cause that nigga want half He see me in my new 'fit, this shit just ain't simpin' it This make them bad bitches get close like they kin to me G code in my bones, ain't no fuck boy in my tones And I always keep tools with me case anything goes wrong D-boying these niggas, they gon' talk shit when I'm gone Street bitches who fuck with me gon' text message my phone They want to knock me off my throne Try, try, try, but they can't take me out of my zone I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag Two-forty on the dash Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash They respect me like a dad Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag Original Hot Boy shit You heard me? Solid like a rock Yeah, stand tall in the fall Chopper with the sticks, bananas, one From Letras Mania