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Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin' I'm finally in my bag (My, oh my God) Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made the beat, baby) A lot of these niggas mad that I made it Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin' I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone Got here on my own, just feel like I need it Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' Neff Who in my I can't tell sometime? They don't know it's about the money, won't mail sometime If I fail I try, like, "Why can't I move on?" Still, I'm movin' through the city, still I'm movin' through the phone Still, I'm missin' my dog, they just gave him nine, ten They said, "We collect calls," they don't make 'em like me Letras de canciones Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone Got here on my own, just feel like I need it Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even On the face, I was Skeeter, like, dog, you keep it goin' As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange Still smilin' in the mornin' when that bag touch Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stacks Remember when we used to fuck them racks Now all of my bitches bad Still would give up my last just to see you one time If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried Yeah, [?] ask him what it's gon' take [?] forever [?] A lot of these niggas mad that I made it Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin' I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back Hard times don't last I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags Call me mister get that head and never call back From Letras Mania