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I'm too professional None of my niggas is lettin' up I just hope that you niggas is ready, bruh What you niggas gon' do when the fetti come? I'm surrounded by bitches that's bad as fuck If you're rich, nigga, then put your Patek up You is goofy so please don't embarrass us We just hop in the Benz in the fast lane, pristine, huh I'm ten, pristine Rollie on me, I could freeze I bet you niggas mad, could never be us I had to go get a rollie instead of whip, I just said it's a must, must I flew your shorty out yesterday, she wildin' with me 'cause I make hеr buss, buss I'm gon duck the police, I won't talk while I'm in thе cuffs, huh None of these niggas can fuck with me, I am two up, we untouched, uh (Psssht), uh That's why I had to go get me a brrrt, brrrt Niggas pull up with the mm-hmm I make your shorty go mm-mm, yeah I have a fever from that race I had to ease up on that pace We get too hot and we burn up the place I made thousands off the grams, but thank God ain't no more scams We too goated, y'all some lambs Y'all get voted off your land But I gotta get it now 'Cause these niggas be plottin' and tellin' now Letras de cancionesI knew you was a bitch, you should And my shorty a goddess, she dwelling now, hmm I had to get all my paper myself, I ain't ask for no help But the niggas around me was actin' so different, like they had some stealth I had to go get some Benjamin's, these niggas acted like kids Niggas think I'll stop at a million, nigga, I need about ten From Letras Mania