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Ow Yeah, do it Tippin' on you niggas like a jerk Man No doubt, okay, cool, that's why I fuck with you Keep it common, cuz, turn me up some more, cuz, yeah Fuck 'em, go and twerk on 'em To fill up my safe Nigga, ain't nobody safe Road running at my own pace Maneuvering out of the way from the jakes and the snakes All the fakes who ain't doing the race Bitch, I got it made It's only facts that I state Fraud hoes, y'all just can't relate They anticipate Every step or move I make I do all that shit that y'all can't Bitch, I got made I just keep it real, I was raised like this I'm always in the trap, I'm gettin' paid like this I just went to Neimans and I bought four-fifths She gon' ride a nigga like an Uber or a Lyft I'ma take a risk, you know a nigga really road runnin' Letras de cancionesAnd you know I got them bags for them very low numbers I done made at least an M or more the last four summers If a bitch ain't really bad then I don't want her phone number Niggas always got they hand out, they wanna hold something Need a bitch with double D's, a natural, real grown woman Need a field with fifty acres, I'm just tryna grow something I just really wanna pop the seal, I'm tryna pour something I just went and copped the Wraith and I don't never ever drive All this Dior on my body, I'm the freshest thing alive Heard you niggas super pussy, you ain't never gonna slide In the leaf, I got some killer, I get some sherbet and combine I done made a whole lot of something From a whole lot of nothing, still hustling, ayy Y'all do a whole lot of frontin' Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money All I know is get bands, get bands All I know is get cash quick fast Run it up, get racks, sent bags I done made all this cash to kick back I just made 300K today in one minute Today I might just wake up and go drippin' in the Fendi Blue Benjamin baguetties, spent one-fifty on my pendant These racks on me ain't bendin', I stay strapped up with the semi I feel like Uncle Scrooge, the way I'm swimmin' in these bucks Forty on my Balencis, I like drippin' with my boss I'm sippin' on that Henn' again, I'm done with the 'Tuss This my fourth M&M, fuck it, wrap the bus Get the Richard Mille plain, then we bust Got to go if she ain't fuckin' In the A, we smoke the musty Stick gon' make 'em do the dougie Nothin' but oops and cousin Nigga, we shoot a dozen (Neighborhood) Nigga, keep the river rushin' Nigga, we use the button I just want the money, keep it comin', nothin' but hundreds Kick back, I just made somethin' out of nothin' Finally hit that, I just found out it wasn't nothin' I done fucked up, bounced back like it ain't nothin' In traffic with my hard hat, I pray it don't jam Bought the GT, that new Bentayga, now fuck it, buy the Lam' Then I vegan ate this rhyme check like we don't eat the lamb I need Euro paper now, shit, I'm tryna spend them pounds Longway, bitch I done made a whole lot of something From a whole lot of nothing, still hustling, ayy Y'all do a whole lot of frontin' Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money All I know is get bands, get bands All I know is get cash quick fast Run it up, get racks, sent bags I done made all this cash to kick back From Letras Mania