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Boop, boop (Full send, brother) Bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum, bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum Bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum, bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum I got a stack for the waitress I got a stack for security And I got five for the bitch that I'mma fuck while she wearin' my jewelry And I got a couple hundred dollars for the n**** that park my whip And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it That ain't shit, that's just tips That's just tips That's just tips And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it That ain't shit, that's just- Pocket change, tried to take it, let that rocket bang Clase Azul, we'll stock the plane Got the strip club lookin’ like the stock exchange You better watch your tone before that two-tone watch come and rock you homie, you are not the homie Put a boulder on top of your molar, then drive off Now that’s what I call a “rock n’ roller” Letras de cancionesI am not for folding unless it’s these bills The code at the gate? It’s a Netflix password, come chill You ain’t never been in a Wiscansin mansion with a bitch, you ain’t lived Let me get some understanding, you just in here dancing on broke n****s for real? (What? Ew) Well let me get it jumping (Shit) I come from the slum but I’m a Slumdog Millionaire I’ll show you how to get it bumpin’ (Shit) You know I’m coming just as long as it ain’t in your hair We gotta get up in something (Mmm) Take that as straight facts cuz I ain’t bluffin’ (Mmm) I got bread, got a pocketful of muffins (Mmm) I gotta pay you back for your patience, but what if I said- I got a stack for the waitress I got a stack for security And I got five for the bitch that I'mma fuck while she wearin' my jewelry And I got a couple hundred dollars for the n**** that park my whip And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it That ain't shit, that's just tips That's just tips That's just tips And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it That ain't shit, that's just- The tip of the iceberg, legit lit My bitch whippin’ the Viper, your shit don’t hit You in the pit with the vipers, you gon’ get bit Cuz you a clown-ass n**** so you won’t get it (Shiiit) I got a chain and another chain Hop out the Lambo and get in another thing I’m with the famo, ain’t nobody struggling Them n****s holler "gang," I say "other gang" You gotta be honest, you know you feelin’ it So get on your knees and do your due diligence, I’m killing it Is it me or it is it a fucking feel in this? The Tallahassee hero on some villain shit I can’t walk with a million (Uh-huh) Blue-face hundreds, they cripplin’ (Uh) I know they don’t like it I’m still gettin’ it (Huh) Teddy Pain is officially in the bitter bitch (Ungh) Been with the baddie like a few times Butter up the booty like a shoe shine I’m ‘bout to murder this pussy, true crime One thing ‘bout a shot, I’mma shoot mine Pull it over, you too fine Hit it back to back, that’s two times Open up your mouth, I gotta pay you back for your patience, before I leave- I got a stack for the waitress I got a stack for security And I got five for the bitch that I'mma fuck while she wearin' my jewelry And I got a couple hundred dollars for the n**** that park my whip And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it That ain't shit, that's just tips That's just tips That's just tips And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it That ain't shit, that's just- Here you go, here you go, here you go (Go) Keep the pussy poppin', I got plenty more (Oh) Up to the ceiling, down to the floor (Go) Come on baby, show me what it's hittin' for Here you go, here you go, here you go (Go) Keep the pussy poppin', I got plenty more (Oh) Up to the ceiling, down to the floor (Go) Come on baby, show me what it's hittin' for From Letras Mania