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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I got guala on my aye Yeah, yeah, yeah I got guala on my mind, I got Prada on my mind Need $100K in cash, I can't sign no dotted line Turn the music down a bit, I got Gianna on the line I'm out here grooving like a bitch, I got a pocket full of shine Cop that pocket rocket, you know that lil P365 If we talking Glockies, then it's gotta be a 45 Call my bigger cousin, I know he gone hip me every time Left that toxic shorty 'lone but she gone tempt me every time Know I used to rock the temp but I been growing for a bit Not exclusive but you know I'm gone be loyal for a bit Keep that coochie on reserve like she ain't playing with the shit Might just cop that supercharger then go Saiyan with the shit They think we playing but we lit, got some bangers in the clip In Alabama I was low, but down in Florida I ascend Out in LA, I'm with Lukas, you can bet they let us in Got some potnas popping percs and they don't need no medicine I'm out here fiend'n for a win, is you believing in the kid That lil Sheraton was cool, I need Four Seasons in this bitch If we even then I'm leaving, I can't even be remiss So when you see me, just salute me like I'm Caesar in this bitch What's the motto? It's Gelato and I'm smoking Wedding Sex Take that toppy off the jeep so they can see us in the flesh I can tell that she a freak and she ain't even meet me yet Molly water, had to stop it, bae let's hit the CVS I got guala on my mind, I got Prada on my mind Need $100K in cash, I can't sign no dotted line Got a pocket full of posie, I been deader than a bitch Watch me flip it, turn a profit, and I bet I get us rich I got guala on my mind, I got Prada on my mind Need $100K in cash, I can't sign no dotted line Need Amiri, do you feel me when I put it on the wax Fuck a feeling, I need millions, I need everything intact These niggas dead to me, that's cool I feel like Edison, we move I take a seven then I break it down to sediment, it's Glue We getting Bellamys, they blue She get to vexing me, it's rude I'm so exceptional, it's true I'm so ahead of them, they food I bookmark it, then I cop it for my boo, aye aye My lil BR shorty selling off the nudes, aye aye I support the naked hustle, keep it cute, aye aye How we quiet but the loudest in the room? Aye aye I got guala on my mind, I got Prada on my mind (I got Prada on my mind) Need $100K in cash, I can't sign no dotted line (I can't sign no dotted line) Turn the music down a bit, I got Gianna on the line (I got Gianna on the line) I'm out here grooving like a bitch, I got a pocket full of shine (I got a pocket full of shine) I got guala on my mind, I got Prada on my mind (I got Prada on my mind) Need a million and a half or I can't sign no dotted line (I can't sign no dotted line) Turn the music down a bit, I got my momma on the line (I got Gianna on the line) Say she miss me, girl I miss you too, put Poppie on the line (I got a pocket full of shine) I'm out here grooving like a bih, aye yeah You know I'm boolin in the mix, aye yeah She think I'm foolish but I'm hip, aye yeah She think I'm stupid but I'm lit, yeah yeah
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