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Yeah Yeah (It's that trappin' London fa' sho') Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy Both of 'em tryna fuck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties Hoe, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky Hoe, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me? Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy Yeah, I need that mula (Uh), guap (Uh), fedi (Uh) Letras de canciones Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave, y'all boys some sons to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Big ass cuban chain 'round my neck, that bitch get heavy I'ma put this dick inside your gut if you let me Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy Both of 'em tryna fuck, I could have sworn y'all hoes was besties Hoe, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky Hoe, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me? Steppin' in some Pradas, I don't wear no damn Giuseppes You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy Yeah, I need that mula (Uh), guap (Uh), fedi (Uh) From Letras Mania