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Hey Smoke, woah, woah-oh (Wheezy outta here) Woah, woah-oh (Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up) Yeah Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' the bag Addicted to gettin' that cash Addicted to poppin' them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch callin' back Saw me come up out the random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame In my DMs talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give into that I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets, I'm shootin' your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under act I get my medicine straight out the back (Hey) Letras de cancionesI'm a prospect, not from Earth, I feel like a martian 'Matter fact, bitch, I came from a starship My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em I don't know if you think that you stoppin' What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on This ain't no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat Now I'm comin' at your neck Niggas act cute like a pet Soft like a Pop-Tart, act like they got no heart Y'all be the ones that's pretending Insecurities, they always offended Mad about a bitch I already been in That bitch for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute Niggas still in the picture, and I'm still leavin' with her It ain't nothin', I'm a rebel I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no She need more, she got too attached, huh Addicted to me like I'm on one Three thousand for that new Rick Owens Walk around, look like a mummy Psychedelics hurt my tummy Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah) Nowadays, I get what I want Lately, been spendin' the bag Addicted to gettin' that cash Addicted to poppin' them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch callin' back Saw me come up out the random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame In my DMs talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give into that I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets, I'm shootin' your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under act I get my medicine straight out the bag (Hey) Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas (Skrrt) They made me mad, now I'm back in my bag (I'm back) I hope my main and my side never crash Wide-body 'Cat, tryna dodge my past We catch that boy, then we robbin' his ass It's the principle, I don't need the cash Expensive bitches, half a million on lashes I could kick it, but I don't like to brag Ho, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up (Turn it up) I got my glizzy, wish a nigga run up You can come get your bitch 'cause I don't want her I ran my millions up from off the corner I'm the one out here doin' what I wanna My lil' bro ran it up off marijuana Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer Trap house with sport, I press it then I launch it I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches Got suspended, me and greeny hundred House up on the hill, I used to want it Now I got it, I don't even stay there (Hey) I get even, I don't play fair Probably spend me a million on haters On they top, make 'em drop And I don't give a fuck 'bout no cops (Hey) Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' the bag Addicted to gettin' that cash Addicted to poppin' them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch callin' back Saw me come up out the random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums (Hey) Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame In my DMs talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give into that I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets, I'm shootin' your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under act I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo) From Letras Mania