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I just gotta toast to you, you Nothing is a bad mood Hunnids on your bag you did it Getting money is a fad too I just gotta toast to you, you, Nothing is a bad mood Hunnids on your bag you did it, Getting money is a fad too I just gotta toast to you If you playing the game then you Jordan, On the plane going somewhere exotic Nothing changed but your chain where you bought it? They just get imported, the way she pick and roll she ballin' Instead of taking shots she call it, Different type of time when she calling And it don't ring often yeah yeah, They wish they was getting your time Only one that's got in your mind Not a lot can handle your kind Better that I'm reading your signs, One look at your cup No way that you're done, Rosé keeps you up, now you stuck I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is a fad too I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is a fad too I just gotta toast to you If I'm playing the game, then I'm Curry Let's get straight to the point, girl you curvy You keep breaking they necks 'cause they deserve it These niggas' hook shots curve em, and always on the move like me yeah Not one job girl got three yeah, you can look my nigga But that's me yeah She's that bitch, can't put her on a leash no They wish they were getting your time, Only one that's got in your mind Not a lot can handle your kind, better that I'm reading your signs One look at your cup, no way that you're done Rosé keeps you up, now you stuck I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is a fad too I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is fad too I just gotta toast to you
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