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Energy made this one Made a reservation just to eat like a- 15 I'm so fucking rich I'm a young rich- I been tryna figure out why my cup so dirty Million-dollar wire tell em send it in a hurry Anybody wearin' dirty white ones make me worried Walk through the mud in my Diors but see that's another story Like a nigga dumb as hell I be throwin' up a F Imma hit her from the back and she gon' feel it in her chest I just sent a prayer to god that they bring back the Tec If they police wanna catch me they gon' have to get a 'vette I told her if she love me she’ll go buy me a jet I told my bitch I love her I might go and kill her ex I'm rich so I ain't gotta pull out when I'm havin' sex I'm rich but I don't gotta pay her for this oral sex I could turn the hoodrat bitch into a diva Nigga this exotic I don't know about sativa I feel like Jordan when he hit that game winner on Cleveland I can still win MVP sittin' out a season 1200 for these pants, it's bandanas in the split Once we out lookin we ain't callin' off the hit I like my jewelry in the dark nigga cuz it still hit That bust down Patek look gon' on my wrist You can't sit at this table you can't even pay the tip Letras de cancionesYour nigga mean to you but I heard that boy a bitch Every gun in this car got another full clip I be gettin real money, in my world you don't exist If you ain't makin' money you ain't never makin' sense She said she wanna fuck, she ain't even throw a hint I'm a star player, you ain' even worth the bench 600 for this belt, I just bought it for the print I make a reservation just to eat like a king 15k on a super bowl ring You don't know how to hustle you ain't never sold a thing 30 pairs of Amiris, used to be billy jean Shoot a nigga in his face drop his jaw like "Scream" I used to be broke, out punchin' TVs It was nights I couldn't eat 'cause I loaded all my cheese [?] bitch turn into a million dollars for halloween Yeah I collect cars got a dresser full of keys My buffs all white with the rose gold seats You is not franchise, you will never make the team This an AMG Benz, it was made overseas I got so many Monclers, it's like eenie-minie-moe 6 thousand dollar fit I'm just goin to the store How you still layin' with her and you knowin' she a hoe? I got some head from a groupie, I won't do that shit no more From Letras Mania