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CashMoneyAP Rollin, gave a molly to yo ho and told her keep it focused They be on my dick then talk behind my back like we ain't notice Niggas always wanna talk about that bag, nigga show it Niggas always wanna talk about the past, nigga do it Bitch, I coulda went out sad but I keep on goin' stupid I keep making niggas mad every time I drop some music This two hunnid on the dash, stomp that bitch, I'm so abusive I got James Harden shooters, they got rockets just like Houston Why lie? I got too much to say I got bread, she got ass, lotta cake See the feds, do the dash, fuck a brake And you niggas not gon' last, I can see it in yo face Gave my car a hard drive 'cause that coupe outta space I got real mob ties, boy, you too outta place Yo bitch givе me side eyеs, she gon' do what it take Burn this bitch like cyanide, take the roof off the place Nigga, you a bad lie, I'm the truth, bitch, I'm great Got a Trinidad dime, she gon' do what I say Need Christina millions in my bank by the way Bitch, I put the city on, you got rank 'round yo way Rollin, gave a molly to yo ho and told her keep it focused They be on my dick then talk behind my back like we ain't notice Letras de cancionesNiggas always wanna talk about that bag, nigga show it Niggas always wanna talk about the past, nigga do it Bitch, I coulda went out sad but I keep on goin' stupid I keep making niggas mad every time I drop some music This two hunnid on the dash, stomp that bitch, I'm so abusive I got James Harden shooters, they got rockets just like Houston From Letras Mania