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CashMoneyAP Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, gee, gee, yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy, oh, oh Sheesh, sheesh Ayy, got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (ayy) I said sho'nem from the village, bet he made the news "No your honor" I know nothing 'bout it, I just play it cool (yeah, yeah) I need dollars, I've been in the kitchen we not makin' food (ayy) Bitches say they love me I know it's fake though (fake though), bitch I'ma ride I got more than 50 in this draco, I'm inside We gon' leave them niggas with some halos, I'm not lyin' Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine, ayy I get busy with the glizzy I'm not scared off y'all, ayy (scared off y'all) Hide my face behind the tints, but I'm not scared at all I won't mention none of the oppositions, I'ma bury y'all He not sellin' out, heard that he snitchin', yeah he tell it all Oh-oh, yeah, ayy I can't do romance, bitch I been hopeless (I been hopeless) Ayy, trappin' on the daily, I need more bread (more bread) And it's Long Live The Kings but off with your head (off with your head) Yeah, I grip tight on Nina you can hold that Got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (hate it too) I said sho'nem from the village, bet he made the news (yeah) "No your honor" I know nothing 'bout it, I just play it cool (yeah, yeah) I need dollars, I been in the kitchen we not makin' food Bitches say they love me I know it's fake though (fake though), bitch I'ma ride I got more than 50 in this draco, I'm inside We gon' leave them niggas with some halos, I'm not lyin' Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine, ayy Givenchy and Amiri, pop out fresher than an altoids, uh Dracos, Glocks and Wessons, we got loud toys How many shots? 'Bout 147, like I'm Calboy My lil' killa dangerous, keep it on 'em, like he got a FOID You know if I put foenem on that car, it got destroyed We ain't fuck, I kicked her out, she talk too much, I got annoyed Tell you 'bout my life, bitch I'm a gangsta just to sum it up He ain't from the same box, can't stamp him, he ain't one of us I was trappin' in the cold, tryna catch another rush Pull up in that Bimmer truck, all I know is run it up 30 in this Louis feel that glizzy, just for runnin' up They heard 'bout my city, they won't tell me, they ain't dumb enough Ayy, got off my ass, got to it fast, I know they hate it too (ayy) I said sho'nem from the village, bet he made the news "No your honor" I know nothing 'bout it, I just play it cool (yeah, yeah) I need dollars, I've been in the kitchen we not makin' food (ayy) Bitches say they love me I know it's fake though (fake though), bitch I'ma ride I got more than 50 in this draco, I'm inside We gon' live them niggas with some halos, I'm not lyin' Rose gold AP on me, cost a bankroll, watch it shine
Writer(s): Alex Petit, Calvin Woods, Taurus Bartlett, Luis Witkiewitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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