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Another one It's so cold so let's go to Sin City I can't go long I want you to swim with me Inch back on me, and talk with me I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me The Jag came in ready (Ooh) Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That) She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket I got everything that she wanted Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up Now I got a killer, they don't call backup Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up (Mmm) (Mmm) Get the fuck up out your spot if you ain't gettin' your racks up Don't let brodie go broke, I got place for hella masks up I got angels over me, ain't talkin' to your pastor I hit that bitch from the back and then turn to Casper I'm going longer and sure that shit faster This my only way out, I ain't got a backup I be gettin' sidetracked just to get my stack up Imma take a day off, that shit doesn't matter I wanna fuck foreigners because that ass is fatter I wanna get a new whip and make a tommy faster Letras de cancionesI ain't got no limit, I ain't finna slow down Know a bitch named Mary, and you know she go 'round There's some niggas I don't like, so I keep my pole 'round Niggas got potential, I hope he put the snow down Can't control a nigga, I'm focused on my own route It's so cold so let's go to Sin City I can't go long I want you to swim with me Inch back on me, and talk with me I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me The Jag came in ready (Ooh) Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That) She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket I got everything that she wanted Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up Now I got a killer, they don't call backup Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up From Letras Mania