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Get a sis', bring your friends, huh We know where the money is, fuck (It's Great John Beats, baby) Look, look (Great John on the beat, by the way) She look gorgeous on the wake-up Bad lil' bitch fucked up her make-up Catch 'em speedin', racin', AMGs, police can't chase us Catch me at a function, only baddies at this function (Ayy) Look, step on my feet, bitch, we gon' jump you Spend like ten at Webster, Dior what I'm steppin', my bag Louis V Glocks with beams all up in his V, run up, you gon' see Heard of me, pussy, why you flexin'? Know you heard of me Look, like me, then we fuckin', don't start stalkin' me Huh, look, point to where the money, get a sis', bring your friends Tell 'em, "This where all the money," get a sis' Tell 'em niggas, wait "You don't wanna run up on that kid" Better tell 'em niggas (Last one tried to do it, he got dead) Designer what we smokin' on Tell a DJ, "Run it back," what type of time he on? It's that shit that make you feel like poppin' bottles with models Please don't flex before I feel like poppin' bottles, we got one Yeah, we got one, look Demonize, my niggas on demon time Shit, look, demonize, my niggas on demon time Letras de cancionesHuh, and it's no negotiations, huh, we don't negotiate No negotiations, huh, we don't negotiate Cranberry seats, my bitch a, my bitch a mixed breed Look, GLOCK 23 right where my dick be Heard it all my life, they throwin' salt, they tryna assault me Not even voodoo coulda fought me From Letras Mania