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(wxstwrld, bitch) (Come on Chenzo, yeah) I don't want your cash, bro, huh, I got too much She said I'm an asshole, huh, I said, "So what?" Pull up to the studio, yeah, we gon' roll up Can't fuck with no groupie, nah, nah, told 'em, "Hold up” Huh, told 'em, "Hold up,” huh, told ‘em, “Hold up” Shawty, what you doin'? Don't open that door Do that then we shootin', huh, huh, top myself, ho Bitch, I'm my own student, huh, huh I make my best songs whenever I go through it, huh, yeah Stay with the winnin' team while you niggas be losin' She love my songs like that shit nicotine, yeah, yeah, yeah, she go stupid Forgiato on the GLE, don't know which one I'm choosin' Brodie got a lot of screws loose, you don't wan' see him lose ‘em losin’ Huh, yеah, that's a fact-fact-fact Gang got more sticks than forces in Iraq-raq-raq Niggas chat-chat-chat, they just yap-yap-yap I don't tеxt-text back, I don't text-text back I don't interact, no, I don't ever text-text back I don't text-text back, I don't text-text back I don't interact, no, I don't ever text-text back Letras de cancionesI don't want your cash, bro, huh, I got too much She said I'm an asshole, huh, I said, "So what?" Pull up to the studio, yeah, we gon' roll up Can't fuck with no groupie, nah, nah, told 'em, "Hold up" Huh, told 'em, "Hold up," huh, told ‘em, “Hold up” Shawty, what you doin'? Uh, don't open that door Do that then we shootin', huh, huh, top myself, ho Bitch, I'm my own student, huh, I make my best songs whenever I go through it We got ARPs, baby, we got FMJs We got everything for you for the holiday I might buy a pint, yeah, bitch, from Chenzo, we like yin and yang Half you niggas don't even fuckin' know me, no, I don't need to explain shit 'Cause I'm high, I got money, baby, and you know I'm rich ‘Cause I’m fly, I got everything on, bitch, I wear that shit That you can't do, could’ve known that I couldn’t save her ‘Cause she was ran through, real fans still bump that “Cantu” Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah Turn me up, huh, yeah, turn me up, don't turn me down What the fuck? Huh, yeah, what the fuck goin' on right now? Chopper clutched, yeah, yeah, it's on the seat right next to— I don't want your cash, bro, huh, I got too much She said I'm an asshole, huh, I said, "So what?" Pull up to the studio, yeah, we gon' roll up Can't fuck with no groupie, nah, nah, told 'em, "Hold up" I don't want your cash, bro, huh, I got too much She said I'm an asshole, huh, I said, "So what?" Pull up to the studio, yeah, we gon' roll up Can't fuck with no groupie, nah, nah, told 'em, "Hold up" Huh, told 'em, "Hold up" Told em, "Hold up," told em, "Hold up" Told em, "Hold up," told em, "Hold up" Told em, "Hold up," told em, "Hold up" Told em, "Hold up," huh From Letras Mania