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(Ayy, fuck 'em up, Dior) Had to do this shit with class, I can't go out lookin' sad I'm just tryna make it last, give a fuck about your past My Uber driver popped an X, I'm just hopin' we don't crash Call her when I need some sex, 'cause I only talk the bag Wrap that shit up in a glad, like Kane She said she loved me, she just knew my name, for fame But if I buy you this new diamond ring and chain Will then I be the one that you gon' call? No shame I swear to God these bitches gonna drive me insane, take Biscotti to the brain We evolve but don't change, bitch, I'm dirty chef romaine Baby, just wait until this Distro' check hit, I swear to God we'll be rich No Abercrombie and Fitch, we 'bout to hit the Ruth Chris And then do something we regret, you wanna tell-fare, that's a bet She wanna leave but he in debt, I'm high as fuck just like Tibet I keep my distance from these hoes, you could say I space the floor Ridin' 'round with Josh McRoberts, in the clip, I carry four I get sad when I'm on tour, like TeejayX6 He play games, no Tetris, get that money, flex bricks I'm done with your damn tricks, bitch, why you standin' there with your hand out? She know that she gon' get flown out, that's why she takin' her phone out Had to do this shit with class, I can't go out lookin' sad I'm just tryna make it last, give a fuck about your past Letras de cancionesMy Uber driver popped an X, I'm just hopin' we don't crash Call her when I need some sex, 'cause I only talk the bag Wrap that shit up in a glad, like Kane She said she loved me, she just knew my name, for fame But if I buy you this new diamond ring and chain Will then I be the one that you gon' call? No shame From Letras Mania