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Just let 'em be Who want it? A hundred milligrams of me Get high and swing my stick just like I'm Tony I won't stop trying Stop trying Stop trying Stop trying Can't give up now Just spread your wings, you better not start flying Mix Tris and Tuss Her neck ain't buss That little bitch not mine Reach for my neck— You dummy, I tripled up Why you got fully on you? Risk your career That TRX off too much drugs, come steer the wheel Gave him some help, they'd rather judge—nobody care It's hard to hear Got couple racks in my ear 50 in pinks, this Louis mink came off a deal Still independent, way too rich to sign a deal Love ain't for me Letras de cancionesPlay with my heart, I'm tryna kill Just leave me alone Dirty money Dirty money Dirty money I can count up in my sleep Why you running? Why you running? Why you running? Why you running from the Z? Way too geeked, I'm somewhere past the moon Couple shots, now she say she want to go to the room It's so wet I dive inside, I need my scuba suit She said, "Daddy, let me ride it in that super coupe" Go 'head, do as you please Addicted to her like a Percocet You won't believe what's in my stash Don't want to speak on that They said they ballin' But they can't even make it to the net A big ol' boss These pussy niggas like a teacher's pet You trying, I see I talk you through it, let me take the lead Come take it off, girl, you a masterpiece She gave my pussy up just to get back at me Dirty money Dirty money Dirty money I can count up in my sleep Why you running? Why you running? Why you running? Why you running from the Z? Dirty money Dirty money Dirty money I can count up in my sleep Why you running? Why you running? Why you running? Why you running from the Z? From Letras Mania