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Yeah Yeah, ooh Ooh, yeah Margiela things, I got designer rings, uh (Yeah) Bust-down the chain, I ain't ask for the fame, uh (Yeah) Men acting strange since I got me some change, uh (Yeah) Gettin' money, nigga, I won't fold, I won't change Shawty gon' hit my line, hit my phone, we go way back Me and bro too cold, pulled up smooth in that Maybach (Yeah) They be talkin' 'bout, "Slide," cool, I'll hit you on the way back (Woah) Whatever you need, cool, bae, just say that Only got five bands in the bank, but she got her face lifted Crying like every day, but that's okay, she my lil' baby Nigga, been doing drugs every day, swear to God, this ain't it (Yeah) Nigga, better take your spot, if you don't, I'm gon' claim it (Yeah) I get it (Ayy), can't do it (Can't do it) Like us, so I gotta give you grace (Woah) Been off these drugs, make me levitate (Levitate) Pour up and pop one, we gon' celebrate (Yeah) Margiela things, I got designer rings, uh (Yeah) Bust-down the chain, I ain't ask for the fame, uh (Yeah, woah) Men acting strange since I got me some change, uh (Yeah) Gettin' money, nigga, I won't fold, I won't change Letras de cancionesShawty gon' hit my line, hit my phone, we go way back (Woah) Me and bro too cold, pulled up smooth in that Maybach (Yeah) They be talkin' 'bout, "Slide," cool, I'll hit you on the way back (Woah) Whatever you need, cool, bae, just say that (Woah) (Shawty gon' hit my line, hit my phone, we go way back) (Me and bro too cold, pulled up smooth in that Maybach) (They be talkin' 'bout, "Slide," cool, I'll hit you on the way back) (Whatever you need, cool, bae, just say that) From Letras Mania