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(Can we have a check, please?) Ayy Woke up to some money and some neck in bed Stuntin' all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch called, do I want her head? How you fumble me? Ho, you special ed Hit his top again, he might be actin' dead Now that goofy walkin' out in heaven like he jackin' it I got forty thousand in these baggy pants Your bitch lookin' single, better grab her hand (Huh, huh, huh, yeah) Corny-ass boy, I know your bitch tired of fakin' All the hoes I used to wanna hit, now they basic Lambo', new model, we lеt Tyra Banks in I up and shake this shit up like a spray can Detеctives keep lookin' for my prints like I wear gray pants We keep spinnin' on they ass, but I don't break dance Yeah, I wish a nigga would like Taye Diggs Old bitch wanna talk it out, what about? Bitch keep beggin' me to leave it in, what? Your mouth? Stop hittin' her from the front, like a nerd, slut her out, nigga Five, six, seven, four, but I ain't tuckin' out, huh Sloppy-ass neck, couldn't help her clutch her scalp Pulled up on Ari with my hands out, like, "What's the count?" All her red bottoms on like Krusty Clown Letras de cancionesPornstar, pull up wit' a hundred rounds, nigga Woke up to some money and some neck in bed Stuntin' all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch called, do I want her head? How you fumble me? Ho, you special ed Hit his top again, he might be actin' dead Now that goofy walkin' out in heaven like he jackin' it I got forty thousand in these baggy pants (Geesy) Your bitch lookin' single, better grab her hand (Pull up, pull up—) Pull up to the trap, finna bag some grams (Ayy) Pull up to the club, finna throw some bands (Bands) Bitch, you ain't a ho, tryna grab my hand (Watch out) We'll air this bitch out, bet' grab your mans (Pew, pew) Do my own stunts like I'm Jet Li (Ba-kow) Put three bad bitches on one jet-ski (Zoom) All the hoes wanna cuff, but can't arrest me If selling drugs was a sport, I won a ESPY, ayy Kidd, what's poppin'? Forever tied in, we so locked in (That's my nigga) We gon' go platinum in the streets, top ten (Ten, yeah) Yellow gold or white gold, I got options (Ayy) Diamonds in my teeth match the Cartiers Fuck a nine-to-five, I got the smarter way When I shop at Louis, they pour Chardonnay When I spent at Louis, nigga, could've bought a car today (Skrrt) Woke up to some money and some neck in bed Stuntin' all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch called, do I want her head? How you fumble me? Ho, you special ed Hit his top again, he might be actin' dead Now that goofy walkin' out in heaven like he jackin' it I got forty thousand in these baggy pants Your bitch lookin' single, better grab her hand From Letras Mania