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(Wheezy outta here) (Run that back, Turbo) I'm in the Ghini and I move a baddie and when we go shopping I put her in TJ And it don't bother me, know that I'm quality, no wonder all of these girls wanna keep me Shoutout my section, my diamonds electric, they stare when I'm walking inside of the building Told her come over and I barely know her, and I bent her over and gave her the business Fresh off the lot, I just got me some options, I'm sliding new coupe or the four-door I hit the gas and I'm gonе, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here, all of my cars got a turbo Do you еven know how many records I sold? Heard your man on the road doing promo You might see me at parties in rooms full of rappers but I really don't wanna go though I was in traps, dirty pots in the sink When I go back home, I feel like I'm a king Too many chains, now my neck got a kink Cancel my plans, I'm too high, I can't link She got her natural hair long, and she push it on, and that turn me on the moods All of my friends say I'm wrong and she not the one, but I flew her coast to coast Everything I get it expensive Take a good girl to the trenches Keep it safe, I ain't really gotta mention My shooters got dreads with extensions Said she got no money, it's okay though Keep a Glock, I'ma put her on payroll Stress me out, she hate when I say no Keep me locked in when she give brain, though Letras de cancionesMaybe it's your face, maybe it's your lil' ass waist, maybe it's the way that you taste Might be how you talk, might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with an ass on top Give me a kiss, pink slip match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks Yeah, that for a drop, everything fresh out the box, Rick Owen, Vetement socks Pop me a Perc' and I get in my mode You know my problems, hope you don't expose You give me yours and I'll give you my soul Book a jet, tell me where you wanna go Show you the real me, I'm dropping my guard Let her go shopping, I give her my card I get so high that I'm one with the stars Take what I took and I'll take you to mars I got some secrets I keep in the dark Only from you who I hate being apart My baby don't play, Chanene her shades Don't live by the book but we on the same page You just tell me what you want and I got it I'm really balling, girl, stop being modest Wanna be with me, you gotta be cautious Keep my money flowing, can't let nothing stop it Everything I get it expensive Take a good girl to the trenches Keep it safe, I ain't really gotta mention My shooters got dreads with extensions Said she got no money, it's okay though Keep a Glock, I'ma put her on payroll Stress me out, she hate when I say no Keep me locked in when she give brain, though Maybe it's your face, maybe it's your lil' ass waist, maybe it's the way that you taste Might be how you talk, might be the way that you walk, thick thighs with an ass on top Give me a kiss, pink slip match your watch, pinky ring flooded with rocks Yeah, that for a drop, everything fresh out the box, Rick Owen, Vetement socks From Letras Mania