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(ILIR808 shit) And we get money, ain't worried about (Kuda) And we tote guns, and let that And we Get it Argh, yeah And we get money, ain't worried about hoes And we tote guns, and let the bitch blow And we get 'round European mode You already know, I ain't tryna boast, that's just how it go And we get money, ain't worried about hoes And we tote guns, and let the bitch blow And we get 'round European mode You already know, I ain't tryna boast, that's just how it go I'm forever drippin' Hustle all I know so I'm forever flippin' After I blow, I'm tryna not kiss her On the paper route like a Dolph, flipper (yeah) Real hitter (talk to 'em) See, there ain't no stoppin', now it's in motion (in motion) These days I'm too booked for all the commotion Yeah, they see how I'm livin' so they want promotion (nah) Broski nearly put him in the morgue frozen (boom, boom, boom) Bullet holes, no one is safe We done lift that pole and made him relocate I'm gettin' bankrolls to pull out your face Yeah, he tried to play gangster, so we had to demonstrate (what else?) And they can't hit the girls we hit When we send shots, you know we don't miss We all in, never calling it quits I might make a opp, baby, mum, do the splits (yeah, ah) And we get money, ain't worried about hoes And we tote guns, and let the bitch blow And we get 'round European mode You already know, I ain't tryna boast, that's just how it go From a street hitter to a public figure (uh-huh) Brand deals, pose for the picture (uh-huh) Shootouts to shooting liquor They said, "Just be yourself", so I threw a sixer (six) See, when I'm on stage, I'm a crowd-pleaser No lie, I find running through the traps easier But now, it's like that these girls much easier If I ain't on the show, means they found cheaper I put a star on my trigger finger, shooting star I rock a show, I'm a wonder, need a entourage In a war zone, we train to stay sharp 'Cause we war with anyone, don't care who you are (uh-huh) The bigger you get, the bigger the target (what else?) Mark the price, I set the margin (what else?) Up my price if you try and bargain You don't have to like me (bitch), I'm paid regardless And we get money, ain't worried about hoes And we tote guns, and let the bitch blow And we get 'round European mode You already know, I ain't tryna boast, that's just how it go See, when you at the top, yeah, you're the topic And she know how we rock, so she wanna pop it If we got that drop, then we gonna pop it When we up in the store, we ain't window shoppin' And we get money, ain't worried about hoes And we tote guns, and let the bitch blow And we get 'round European mode You already know, I ain't tryna boast, that's just how it go
Writer(s): Nepomsein Irakunda, Simeona Malagamaalii, Cooper Nathan Bedford, Ilir Rusiti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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