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Huh (huh), huh (huh), huh, huh Hmm, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, huh Yo' ho tryna hit this, I guess I could take one too I don't think I could take much more, it ain't right if I fake what's true If I looked in the mirror and saw yo' ass, I probably would hate me too I got pedal to metal, this car go fast, she like when I make that vroom She like, "ian, what you made this month?" I'm like, "Bae, let me give you a estimate" If I had much less than I had right now, I'd probably retire forever still Inside my chest, I'm doubling down, it's too late to look for the exit Finna hit that ground so goddamn hard, nobody will ever come catch me I'm just tryna be myself, I got everybody mad at me for it I hit the beat so hard, they give me assault plus battery for it This an expensive car, ten times whatever yo' salary is (huh) These is some big-ass pockets, I probably should get 'em a salad or somethin' Yo' ho tryna hit this, I guess I could take one too I don't think I could take much more, it ain't right if I fake what's true If I looked in the mirror and saw yo' ass, I probably would hate me too I got pedal to metal, this car go fast, she like when I make that vroom Pass it, uh, M-Magic John-, money talk to Magic Johnson I don't see no funds involved, so you can't get attention from me Big bro got one hundred, uh, you first up in contention for 'em I'm gon' keep my head up high 'til someone come and take it from me It's hard for me to stress when I got payment comin' in Keep beggin' for that sauce, they somethin' like Plankton with the shit Not worried 'bout the distance, private plane to see that bitch Thought we had somethin' goin', such a shame to see that end Yo' ho tryna hit this, I guess I could take one too I don't think I could take much more, it ain't right if I fake what's true If I looked in the mirror and saw yo' ass, I probably would hate me too I got pedal to metal, this car go fast, she like when I make that vroom Pass it, uh, M-Magic John-, money talk to Magic Johnson I don't see no funds involved, so you can't get attention from me Big bro got one hundred, uh, you first up in contention for 'em I'm gon' keep my head up high 'til someone come and take it from me And she like when I make that vroom And she like when I make that vroom
Writer(s): Ian Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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