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Mm, ayy, ayy Uh, uh, yeah She my desire (Yeah) She like a drug, I might have to try her Chargin' the cards out Got me a Bonnie and she a rider Swept through them raids Couple of the racks up in the safe Emerald cuts VV, uh, all in the chain She my desire I get designer for my bae (Yeah) She my desire I put diamonds all on my bae, yeah She my desire, 'ire, yeah, yeah She my desire, 'ire (Yeah) She get what she want, we turn parties up Take the top off and then I Ferrari up (Skrrt) Drivin' crazy, she know I'm on 101 I been flexin', she know that there's more to come Yeah, count check, financial just like [?] Hey, uh, we took that top spot, we not the runner up Gold medallion, set goals, let's [?] the mountain, uh With stars, you know they surroundin' us Letras de cancionesYoung nigga got rich, we like Roddy, yuh Hey, yeah, who put the Runtz in the air? The car top, uh, Italian, check out the engine Designer all of my images I had went up on my [?] I been busy countin' up checks That shit been takin' my energy She on the honor roll for the brain that she givin' me, no kidding Jokes up, got the game in a choke The Rollie blue-face, [?] She my desire (Yeah) She like a drug, I might have to try her Chargin' the cards out Got me a Bonnie and she a rider Swept through them raids Couple of the racks up in the safe Emerald cuts VV, uh, all in the chain She my desire I get designer for my bae (Yeah) She my desire I put diamonds all on my bae, yeah She my desire, 'ire, yeah, yeah She my desire, 'ire (Ayy) She want desire, she wanna singer, not like Mariah Grippin' the fire, she down to slide if it's really dire Give her my secrets, she down to keep it You get Dior for playin' good defense Chanel for your feetsies Prada process, I ain't ever trippin', word to Scottie Pippen Know I'm with the bull', Gucci slip-in If she want the vintage, she can wear the vintage in the 'Ventador Everybody got the ceiling, bitch, I'm tryna put them stars down in the floor Hard body, bitch, I been a core My bitch is spoiled and I give her more I put the racks in a— Then I hit her from the back like a— (Ayy) She want desire I might have to try her, 'cause she on fire I had her singing I'm 'bout my biz', I might have to sign her Don't get kicked out the line-up Bench players and they all steppin' right up, right up She my desire (Yeah) She like a drug, I might have to try her Chargin' the cards out Got me a Bonnie and she a rider Swept through them raids Couple of the racks up in the safe Emerald cuts VV, uh, all in the chain She my desire I get designer for my bae (Yeah) She my desire I put diamonds all on my bae, yeah She my desire, 'ire, yeah, yeah She my desire, 'ire From Letras Mania