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Yeah (Woah, woah) (Ayo, Ian) (Woah, woah) Money got longer, cars got faster The broads got badder, haters got madder Pop me a Roxy, get higher than Saturn To get where I'm at, you gon' need you a ladder Thought you would get over me, right? Didn't I tell you that other nigga wasn't gon' fuck you right? I just hit a bitch on a stop, I had a connected flight On my way to Miami, bitch, it's going up tonight Fuck these bitches, show 'em no love, that's the motto Knew I was that nigga when I hit a model After this, you might never see me again After this, I might fuck around and hit your friend Rolls Royce with the top down, windows tint She said she love this dick, we only five minutes in Can't put that cup down, it wash down my sin I hit it raw, she said we locked in till the end Money got longer, cars got faster The broads got badder, haters got madder Pop me a Roxy, get higher than Saturn Letras de cancionesTo get where I'm at, you gon' need you a ladder Thought you would get over me, right? Didn't I tell you that other nigga wasn't gon' fuck you right? I just hit a bitch on a stop, I had a connected flight On my way to Miami, bitch, it's going up tonight From Letras Mania