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Beezo need cash only, you dig? Rockin' designer, I feel like I'm him, yeah Ballin' on niggas, I'm breakin' the rim, yeah I got a diamond on all of my limbs, yeah I'm on the country, they know who I am, yeah 'Fore I walked into this bitch, it was dim, okay 'Fore I walked into this bitch, it was dark, okay Put on my chains, I feel like a star, okay Like I'm a lawyer, I geek off a bar, whoa Yeah, fly out a ten and pop me a ten I already came, I'm coming again Got too much money to argue with men I pay a young nigga to shoot up his Benz Pay a young nigga to handle the dirt I know he young but he don't got a Nerf I be too busy, I'm putting in work Runnin' it up while I'm still on the earth, huh, yeah Roll up exotics, ain't smokin' a reggie I'm deep in the fashion, I fuck with it heavy I'm dripping Balenci, Bottega Veneti, uh I'm on the red carpet, I'm posing for Getty I got your ho slurpin' my dick like spaghetti She ain't even cute, I just fuck 'cause I'm petty, uh She classy to you, but to me, she a eater Letras de cancionesAnd I'm like a chef how the way I'ma feed her I'm hittin' that ho out the park like I'm Jeter, uh It's never a budget, my pockets on Peter She shakin' that ass like she havin' a seizure Girl, bring that ass over, I'm tryna go deeper Rockin' designer, I feel like I'm him, yeah Ballin' on niggas, I'm breakin' the rim, yeah I got a diamond on all of my limbs, yeah I'm on the country, they know who I am, yeah 'Fore I walked into this bitch, it was dim, okay 'Fore I walked into this bitch, it was dark, okay Put on my chains, I feel like a star, okay Like I'm a lawyer, I geek off a bar, whoa From Letras Mania