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What? I know that she a goer Put her in Mowalola I'm the grower and the shower Take you to Barcelona Roll you a joint, good morning No keys, so how the car keep starting? Grown-man nigga in the boys' department Flight at 11 p.m., do yoga before it depart Same energy at the end as the start And I'm a player, baby girl, you could never get my heart Top of the mountain so far, I send a black car You seeing horses and shit I took the AP back and put more diamonds in it I spin the wheel with the chat and get all kind of lifted I move at jet speed So high she don't come down 'til next week Shе on my next stream Hit the bong with anothеr girl, now she your bestie She just text me She like, "I just got off work early, let's meet" I'm like, "Yes, please" Hit the bong with a girl, now she your bestie Letras de cancionesAll the pretty girls wanna let me Take 'em home and ride the wave like a jet-ski Ain't nobody ever treat you like this, just me She came over, hit the bong with her bestie Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up You ain't even know how to Get to the addy, but you came Rolls-Royces, lowriders Ferraris getting washed in the rain I could put some diamonds in the chain But I'd rather get some cameras and some mics for my stream Money coming in, bong time again Say you never met, but now you friends You don't smoke too much, every now and then Got a pound to give You seeing horses, start to wonder which house I live Or which couch to sit How much money I get, the amount is big Know the weed strong, know the 'fit Chrome You chilling alone, she hitting the bong Say my closet's like a store when she in the mall Fell asleep, wake up in the morning like nothing's wrong I move at jet speed So high she don't come down 'til next week She on my next stream Hit the bong with another girl, now she your bestie She just text me She like, "I just got off work early, let's meet" I'm like, "Yes, please" Hit the bong with a girl, now she your bestie All the pretty girls wanna let me Take 'em home and ride the wave like a jet-ski Ain't nobody ever treat you like this, just me She came over, hit the bong with her bestie Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up Now you're best friends (Best friends) Both pulled up From Letras Mania