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(R-Raybands) Yeah What? What? Yeah (Uno, I killed it) Huh? What? What? What? What? Dig? (Yeah) What? (Yeah) Swear, what? Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, want the cash Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, I'ma spaz I was out selling junkies, huh, dummy bags Neutron on my face like Jimmy, I gotta blast Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Aggravated on these Percocets, I'm 'bout to vomit I'm just dealing with this fucking pain, I'm tryna numb it Everybody say I fucking changed now that I got monеy I guess that I be the onе to blame, feelings ain't worth nothing I'ma pull up Lamborghini Urus with the cream seats Letras de cancionesMan, I guess it's just a lil' reward for being me All up in my business, don't do that, please don't bother me Niggas fucking with the police, call 'em Bobby V He killed my lil' partner, we tryna find him, pull up with Dracos and ride the streets I feel like I be so lost in my mind, my eyes rolling back when I'm getting geeked We came in the fight and I'm rocking designer, stomping 'em out in the Riccardo T I don't bang, overseas Say, "That's him", and I say, "That's me" And my bitch, she still is on fleek (Dig?) Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, want the cash Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, I'ma spaz I was out selling junkies, huh, dummy bags Neutron on my face like Jimmy, I gotta blast Flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Ayy, yeah, bitch better have my money Yeah, too many snakes in here, can't take shit from me No, no, no, man, you better not touch me Get the fuck up and go get you some money (Oh) This shit look good, but it can get ugly (What?) Too strapped up, man, these niggas ain't clutching (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, blowing the racks (Racks) Blowing the racks (Blowing the racks) She wanna ask (She wanna ask) Why did you ask? (Why did you?) You know that I'm VLAD (VLAD, VLAD, VLAD) I ain't put out my hand (Yeah) I got my own bands (Got my own bands) Rockstar shit, she wanna fuck off the Xan' (Woo) Mob ties, they'll cut off your hand (Yeah) When you see me, I got money in my hand (Okay) When I see you, man, I swear that you dead And that bitch, I ain't give her no bands Every day, I be taking these meds (Yeah) Don't push me, I'm close to the edge I want some money, yeah, that's what I said (Yeah, that's what I said) Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, want the cash Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, I'ma spaz I was out selling junkies, huh, dummy bags Neutron on my face like Jimmy, I gotta blast Flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, want the cash Where the fuck is my money? Yeah, I'ma spaz I was out selling junkies, huh, dummy bags Neutron on my face like Jimmy, I gotta blast Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Niggas flexing bankrolls, I'ma flex a hundred Tell 'em your name, what you called, unc? What y'all wanna know? Just your name You want me real name? Fuck no, they call me Squirrel, right here on Fourth Ward In front of [?] twenty-four convenience store 'Bout to eat one of these lil' motherfuckers and go get geeked From Letras Mania