Lirik

Flawless Back in the slums still serving plates Lawless We take his top off broad day Life lit, we livin' like GTA Smoking on backwoods in the Bando, fuck a back door So swerve in the motherfucking Honda Young nigga spending a check Feeling like young Don Dada No, I can't settle for less I took the jet out from LA to London Sky-high private sex Stacking money as tall as a mountain Flooded the petty patek, oh Spending it up got me mad hoe, got me hot as a bitch like Diablo Come with the money if you wanna talk, I gotta pop me a tag hoe That one that had you get winning, well baby, I don't got a limit (ooh yea) Sorry, I don't got a minute, been working to spending a milli' (ooh yea) (Noh, dee-dee, ahh) Fill up the fill of my pocket, uh Light up the night, got the socket I put a million in the floorboard, you can say I joined the Illuminati He a villain like a Warlord, I'm a demon in a human body (uh, yea) Flawless Back in the slums still serving plates Lawless We take his top off broad day Life lit, we livin' like GTA Smoking on backwoods in the Bando, fuck a back door So swerve in the motherfucking Honda Young nigga spending a check Feeling like young Don Dada No, I can't settle for less I took the jet out from LA to London Sky-high private sex Stacking money as tall as a mountain Flooded the petty Patek, oh Pickin' up money, mo' hunnids live like GTA Smokin' on reefer like god Poppin' the champagne broad day Ridin' the Limousine, with a cup of lean, I don't feel my heart rate Poppin' another bean, I'm a live fein, livin' like it's yo' last day Oh, this shit not easy, gettin' too busy to meet you, I'll see you later (uh yea) All that talk you dreamin', you gotta put in the meanin', turn it to paper (uh yea) One, two, three, I beat it, I'ma show you how to clean it, feelin' amazing (uh yea) All this shit get easy, coming from out of the region, one of the greatest Spending it up got me mad hoe, got me hot as a bitch like Diablo Come with the money if you wanna talk, I gotta pop me a tag hoe That one that had you get winning well baby I don't got a limit (ooh yea) Sorry, I don't got a minute, been working to spending a milli' (ooh yea) Flawless Back in the slums still serving plates Lawless We take his top off broad day Life lit, we livin' like GTA Smoking on backwoods in the Bando, fuck a back door So swerve in the motherfucking Honda Young nigga spending a check Feeling like young Don Dada No, I can't settle for less I took the jet out from LA to London Sky-high private sex Stacking money as tall as a mountain Flooded the petty Patek, oh
Writer(s): Danny Charles Hajj, Alan Passmore, Vincent Lafrasse, Najuan Lockwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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