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Leave it at the tone, send a text You don't know what's next I don't need to look for no one Pull up in a bullet, no gun Gold on my teeth Spend a hundred more, then repeat He just want my phone for the flex I'm gone to the west I don't need to look for no one Pull up in a bullet, no gun Gold on my teeth Numbers on the board, then repeat When it's done You're searching for reasons to meet In sun You said I'm what you need to believe Medicine I'm rushing away with the wind Goin' to the west (Rushing away with the wind) I tell 'em write a cheque I take what I need and the tell driver what is next Busy getting paid, 'nother hater to left Always keep it sweet if the flavour looking less Pop up in building, catch it early Letras de cancionesTake a shot in triples, match the birdy Dip it quick if nigga acting wordy Can't touch, no, you really can't bust that Hit 'em with a curve, bitches sitting like a dust cap, brush that Wave you think be on, can't trust that Boss talking out your lip, no moustache Ain't nobody got the time Ain't nobody got the time So leave it at the tone, send a text You don't know what's next I don't need to look for no one Pull up in a bullet, no gun Gold on my teeth Spend a hundred more, then repeat He just want my phone for the flex I'm gone to the west I don't need to look for no one Pull up in a bullet, no gun Gold on my teeth Numbers on the board, then repeat When it's done You're searching for reasons to meet In sun You said I'm what you need to believe Medicine I'm rushing away with the wind Blowing to the west (I'm rushing away with the wind) I'm gone in the wind like smoke from the doja Flights over oceans and land in the culture Fashion Week in Paris, dripped out from the floor up In dark shades, avoiding the snakes and the vultures Afterparty with a model on my shoulder Brownskin bombshell built like a sculpture White girls sniffing white girl with they nose up And everybody acting so familiar like they knows ya I'm on a flight, then I'm back to Pomona Kick off the Prada, so that I can put my toes up I get a call on the trap Motorola They say the work just flew in from Nova Scotia That's six figures on my check Big spin, it ain't a flex So I stash it in the chest The other half I might invest She put the diamonds in your chest I put the diamonds in my breath And every time a nigga breathe It's dreams and nothin' less When it's done You're searching for reasons to meet In sun You said I'm what you need to believe Medicine I'm rushing away with the wind Blowing to the west (I'm rushing away with the wind) Rushing away with the wind Baby, rushing away, baby, rushing away Baby, rushing away, oh Rushing away with the wind Baby, rushing away, baby, rushing away Baby, rushing away Blowing to the west Blowing to the west Blowing to the west Blowing to the west From Letras Mania