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Yeah, I'm walkin' in with the money I walk in this bitch with all of the money I fuck on that bitch, put my dick in her tummy I swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh) Swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh) Borrow your receipt, borrow your receipt Borrow your receipt, you ain't got no money I got some guap and it came with some cheese I got that new bitch, she Vietnamese I gotta pop on a Xan 'fore I sip on the lean The rocks out, watch, I'm really a fiend Bitch, we the best, I'm the best, I'm still in the Panamеra I'm on a perk and I'm fuckin' that bitch and it sound like a hammer Thеse niggas broke, I swear that they need money These niggas ain't men, I swear that they need Pampers I'm off the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan, and the Xan again Uhh, yeah, gimme the one [?] Hop in that bitch, yeah, [?], you can't even see me now We finna spin that block, you better not go take a walk I just popped another stick, I'm noddin' off Uhh-uhh, uhh-uhh Uhh-uhh, ooooh Yeah, I'm walkin' in with the money I walk in this bitch with all of the money Letras de cancionesI fuck on that bitch, put my dick in her tummy I swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh) Swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh) Borrow your receipt, borrow your receipt Borrow your receipt, you ain't got no money I got some guap and it came with some cheese I got that new bitch, she Vietnamese I gotta pop on a Xan 'fore I sip on the lean The rocks out, watch, I'm really a fiend I'm higher than him Pussy ass niggas, [?] can't follow back Boy, I heard your track, cut that off, that shit fuckin' wack I get up on the beat, heat it up, I'm the sauna Me and EDD ran up a bag, and I'm coppin' that Textin' mama, I was freakin' that Know I got hella racks, text your bitch and I won't give her back Ran up a bag off these raps [?], aphrodisiac I'm with the crew, and we sippin' on Goose We sat up with the blue, I feel like DJ Screw R.I.P DJ Screw, boy, you know how we do Nigga run up on me, choppa knock his crew loose I'm rockin' Moncler, this not Canada Goose In love with the X and it make me feel loose Designer, designer, designer, [?] in Rick Owens, [?] I told my bitch, might aswell get on the chat Please don't mention your ex 'cause that nigga's a pest I'ma always be real, so you don't gotta stress 'Cause you know I'm the best, 'cause I want to impress We poppin' a Xan and it's pressed Ain't no Fentanyl drugs, they just from CVS Bitch love my bitch, and all three of us lift My bitch fuckin' with me 'cause she know I'm the shit Too much ice on my wrist, it's gon' fuck up the pic Intercepted his pack like he just threw a pick I can't fuck with no broke bitch, she ridin' the dick She can't fuck with you because you has been sick Forty-two on my wrist and it's makin' 'em sick One day I'll be up, I know they can see it Ayy, you count the guap, gotta prove it X and the rocks got me zooted Look at my cup, it's polluted Hop from that Trackhawk, that Jeep [?] Niggas be mad 'cause they bitches is choosin' Yeah, I'm walkin' in with the money I walk in this bitch with all of the money I fuck on that bitch, put my dick in her tummy I swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh) Swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh), swear to God (Uh) Borrow your receipt, borrow your receipt Borrow your receipt, you ain't got no money I got some guap and it came with some cheese I got that new bitch, she Vietnamese I gotta pop on a Xan 'fore I sip on the lean The rocks out, watch, I'm really a- From Letras Mania