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I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right Now I'm countin' money, throw it in the bag like Yeah I see that brand new Benz from a distance I don't know you, we not friends, keep a distance I don't really fuck with them, they be trippin' Keep a .38 inside my Scottie Pippens Drinkin' that lean like it's coffee, ooh (syrup) I feel like nothin' can stop me, ooh All these thotties they be sloppy Wanna run up on me, hit 'em like Rocky, damn Now I'm feelin' like Chris, ayy Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, ayy Diamonds dancin' like Rihanna Coolin' with Chapo, I'll see him mañana Trapping inside the cabana Tony Montana, flippin' that work for the Prada I just want all of the money, fuck up some commas I got no time for no drama Coolin' with Mongo, we makin' a movie, your mama Prolly somewhere in Bahamas I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right Now I'm countin' money, throw it in the bag like They don't wanna see me shine 'cause my light bright Wake up in the mornin' high like a damn kite If we beef, no politickin', homes, it's on sight I just wanna fuck you baby, why you wanna fight? I just copped a P, bands 'bout to take flight See me with the hands, I'm posted up all night Comin' live from the 5, 12 years strong Honeycomb purp, bottom of my big bong You don't wanna play chicken, I got big balls Ten toes down, big boss, stand tall I've been cookin' so hard, sauce on the wall I'm makin' hits, that's your bitch 'bout to risk it all What's the move? Hit me up, I stay on call In shinin' shoes, dressin' up like I'm 'bout to ball Makin' plays, silky smooth, John fucking Wall They so faking, I'm so true, I'm tryna tell y'all Get it how you live it, make sure you just don't fall It's all about the digits, get it then I make a call I just wanna be rich and buy the fuckin' mall I got tunnel vision like I'm walkin' in a hall I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right Now I'm countin' money, throw it in the bag like
Writer(s): Darius Demetrius Morris, Daniel Mcmannis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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