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Past 7 Days
possession was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Wake up, F1LTHY
[Chorus]
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money like leaves
Bitch can't tell me nothin'
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money
Pussy bitch can't tell me nothin'
[Verse 1]
Balmain on my jeans, whoa (Balmain)
My bitch throw up B's, whoa (Whoa-whoa)
Bow down on her knees, whoa
Ain't gotta tell her, "Please" (Please)
Make that stop, fuck these hoes, I'ma pour a four for me (Lit, let's go)
Goyard tote, CC, well, what you gon' do for these?
[Bridge]
Catch, catch (What the fuck?)
Catch, catch (Fuck, what the fuck?)
Catch, catch (Fuck, what the fuck?)
Catch (Catch, yeah-yeah)
Catch (Catch, yeah-yeah)
[Verse 2]
Pass her to my dog, just like fetch, he gon' catch
See her body through her outfit, she got that cheap-ass mesh
That ain't JPG, lil' bitch, that ain't Skims, ho
That ain't Yeezy Season One, I'm on X Games mode
Oh my God, he on X Games mode
Pulled up extra low
All the **** I came up with not lit no more (Whoa)
She got pink coke on her nose, we turnin' up (Whoa-whoa)
She got pink coke on her nose, don't give no fuck (I don't give no fuck)
Too busy stretchin' these bands, I can't be cuffed (Whoa-whoa)
Body with these— I'm so tough (Whoa-whoa)
Body with these— I'm so fire (Whoa-whoa)
Body with these, fillin' up my body with these drugs
Better not play, get split, just homicide
Pop up in the mirror, just scream, "What the fuck?", three times
I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body with these drugs
Two fingers and a thumb, that's YVL, you know that hand sign
I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body, what the fuck?
[Chorus]
Money like leaves, rake that money like leaves
Fillin' up my body, fillin' up my body
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money like leaves
Fillin' up my body with these drugs
Rake that money like leaves
I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body with these drugs
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money like leaves
I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body, what the fuck?
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money like leaves
Fillin' up my body, fillin' up my body
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money
Fillin' up my body with these drugs
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money
I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body with these drugs
Rake that money like leaves, rake that money
I've been fillin' up my fuckin' body, what the fuck?
[Outro]
Twenty-five hundred on shoes, twenty-five hundred on pants (Whoa)
5K for this jacket, that's ten bands (Whoa-whoa)
I flew to the beach with more sand (Whoa-whoa)
Can't even fuck this ho, she a fan (Whoa-whoa)
Chrome Heart shop, whoa-whoa, we in Japan (Whoa-whoa)
Got her on her knees, she not prayin' (Whoa)
Drank and ecstasy, too high, I can't land (Whoa, whoa)
Don't rake the money up please, I still got ones in my hand (Whoa-whoa)
Written by: Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Ra'Chad Hunter, Richard Ortiz
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