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I don't even wanna think about it Why everybody think money solve they problems? No, you cannot buy loyalty What's forgiven is never forgotten Yeah, call my jeweler Need that plain jane, box and papers, uh, yeah Baby, these not SI's, brand new foreign for a test drive The jet ain't got no Wi-Fi, 50k just on vacation (Uh, yeah) Why they hatin'? Got these bitches sick, askin' they self, why I made it I'm most hated, but ya nigga's favorite I can't deal with the labels But I fuck with the bank Walk in, need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain What the fuck did you think? All this hе say, rah-rah shit Took me right to the safe And I fill up my drink 42 mixеd with the pineapple 'Cause I like how that shit taste Ooh, they say I'm sexy I'm throwin' these hundreds, this shit get messy I could never trust a bitch Doin' donuts in the whip (Yeah) Letras de cancionesThis ain't no Tesla Walk in bless 'em with my presence, uh Baby, Merry Christmas Pockets so full when I limp I need crutches This Backwood bussin', bitch these Russians, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah They be like "How you do that there?" They ask me baby, "How you so viral? I see you everywhere" Yeah, love it how you wear your braids, they copy all your hair When I popped out, bitch you wasn't even there Uh, yeah "How you deal with the hate?" I don't give a fuck, I don't care Yeah, bitch pass me the bottle Pull up in new auto I'm sittin' real pretty, I'm sippin' moscato I call up the vado, tell him we need that two for six And we'll see him tomorrow Yeah, I hopped off a jet and I land in Chicago These bitches be jackin' my swag like my nigga Harlow They wanna book me for a show and I tell them call Cairo Yeah, bitch I'm doing well, I get money like Fargo Yeah, call my jeweler Need that plain jane, box and papers, uh, yeah Baby this not SI's, brand new foreign for a test drive The jet ain't got no Wi-Fi, 50k just on vacation (Uh, yeah) Why they hatin'? Got these bitches sick, askin' they self, why I made it I'm most hated, but ya nigga's favorite I can't deal with the labels But I fuck with the bank Walk in, need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain What the fuck did you think? All this he say, rah-rah shit Took me right to the safe And I fill up my drink 42 mixed with the pineapple 'Cause I like how that shit taste From Letras Mania