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I can tell I got 'em nervous Watch me work, you might learn some Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous Flip it if I wanna, I might hit the switch, uh I just count my commas, do my days like this, uh Run it up, run it up, run it up Remember when I didn't have a hundred bucks? Watch your mouth when you speak my name, uh I'm tryna cop a house, not a Jesus chain We are not the same, flex up But I stay calm, I know who next up They call that boy vanilla, through the smoothest leather Grew right through the pressure And I can tell I got 'em nervous Words don't mind me while I shut shit down so high-key My 16 is pricey, please don't email me if you not swiping Prove it every time I press record I did too much to be ignored, but Just keep running up the score I can tell I got 'em nervous Watch me work, you might learn some Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder Letras de cancionesFlip the frame on its side, that's unheard of I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em First, switch up, then you stack up (Stack up) Big bucks, lil homie back up I've been too hot (Too hot) for too long (Too long) Two girls, I can't choose one, no Lately, I've been on the road, perky take a toll (Yeah) Drinking from the bottle, might not make it home (Yeah) Out here on the road, this the life we chose (Yeah) Money isn't everything, but fuck it, I look nice in gold (I do) Hold up (Hold up), this ain't luck (Luck) I work hard (Hard), hard as fuck (Fuck) I can tell you nervous, I could never be uncomfortable Music-money good, but I still get it by the double, bruh I can tell I got 'em nervous Watch me work, you might learn some Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous You either nervous or jealous and I know a hell of a therapist for you to call Your girl embarrassed and then she just called me to chew on her nails and to stare at the wall I don't like problems, but that's problematic when they see you happy and fresh off of a win Breaking my back, I was writing the raps—tell me, where was you at? I was dropping the pen If you rock with me since DatPiff, we like fam Pull up in an all-black whip, the smell like contraband Baby girl, go check your man, ooh Tell me what's the issue Those pants, they do you justice But that drama doesn't fit you, yeah Lil bitch, you could really catch this dick Daddy gon' make you wish Daddy don't take no shit Give you the crown like your namin' is Vic Fact that you're nervous as cute as it get Slide in this bitch like it's Tokyo Drift You know the name, it's the business I get I can tell I got 'em nervous Watch me work, you might learn some Kill the game with no ties, that's a murder Flip the frame on its side, that's unheard of I can tell I got 'em, I can tell I got 'em nervous From Letras Mania