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(Banger) (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Caught for a gun Judge might say it's a RICO 'cause you was a part of them I'm from the slums, I'm with the shorties who rob and they gave me a Cartier I'm with them ones, she on the block with a gun, don't know where the Barbie is I'm from the mud, shorty be showin' me songs, I tell him how hard he is I'm sippin' that lean again, on bro, I don't need a friend Perc' 30, don't need a 10 You broke, they'll leave again Boss bitch, don't need a man G-Wagon for both of the twins Why you mad I got motion again? And I'm goated, promote revenge He ain't turnt no more, ain't no way I can run out of monеy He ain't turnt no more, hit up cell to opеn Chanel, we under the palm tree He ain't turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she knowin' she thick, it made my arms weak He ain't turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she out of harm's reach He ain't turnt no more Hit a bitch no followers, the lottery I be knowin' when these hoes sloppy See, I'm goated, I made it through poverty I done shared my millions with thotties Letras de cancionesShe slick in the privatest party Call brodie, he slide with Barbies Hit Morgan to call up the thotties Richard Mille is red, Takis I'd rather get head sloppy Broke niggas be mad wocky I'm Smurk, I'm mad cocky You ain't never seen dead bodies This Patek Philippe, not a Carti' (Go) Bulletproof, put the kid on a Brabus (Go) Know the owner of Webster, I'm sharper Sex feel way better [?] He ain't turnt no more, ain't no way I can run out of money He ain't turnt no more, hit up cell to open Chanel, we under the palm tree He ain't turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she knowin' she thick, it made my arms weak He ain't turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she out of harm's reach He ain't turnt no more Ain't no way I can run out of money (Ain't no way I can run out of money) Ain't no way I can run out of money (Ain't no way I can run out of money) Ain't no way I can run out of money (Ain't no way I can run out of money) From Letras Mania