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A bag of money, ayy Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money, ayy Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money, ayy Let the band play I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money, uh-huh Yeah Ayo, Bandplay Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (What?) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (A big bag of that shit) My reflection a bag of money (Yeah) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Yeah, yeah) Big bag of money (Yuh) Mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall Can you tell me who's the most drippiest of 'em all? This lil' nigga raw (Raw), actually, he a dog (Dog) Every time he come outside his outfit match his car (Damn) On the stage performin', bitches throwin' me they bra (Huh) Self-made star (Star) Baby, I'm parked in the front in a double-R (R) I remix my lemonade, I keep on dozin' off (Dirty) On the golf course with my neighbors, kickin' they ass in golf (Hahahaha) Letras de cancionesThree-tone Dolph (Three-tone) If I say that, I stand on it (Yeah, yeah) Bought a pendant to stand on it (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I got them bands on me (Racks) Shout out to my dead homie (Benjamin) Plain rose gold Rolly (Yuh) New coupe fully loaded (Yuh) Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (What?) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (A big bag of that shit) My reflection a bag of money (Yeah) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Yeah, yeah, mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall) Big bag of money (Yuh) I look in the mirror, I see a nigga that's one hundred (Yuh) You know how I'm comin', I get comma after comma And my first and last name changed to comma, comma Yeah, big bag of that shit, big Glock 'Cause I keep them commas comin' in (Ch-cha) Droppin' out the Benz with some twins, I'm so lit, yuh All I do is win, feel like Khaled and Durant, yuh Smoke big blunts, no pins, yeah Yeah, I tote big Glocks, no Zigs, yeah My bankroll won't bend, yeah, my bankroll too big (Woo) This shit don't make no sense, yuh I'm bent behind tint, yeah Your bitch just seen my wrist And now she all on my dick Huh, hahaha, ayy (Ayy) The bitch said, "Who you think you is, Glock?" Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (What?) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (A big bag of that shit) My reflection a bag of money (Yeah) I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Yeah, yeah) Big bag of money (Yuh) From Letras Mania