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Status adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak MTE Digital Distribution tarafından 30 Aralık 2017 tarihinde yayınlandıEvery Dollar Counts
Yayın Tarihi30 Aralık 2017
FirmaMTE Digital Distribution
DilEnglish
BPM120
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji

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A-Plus, A-Plus
1-627, 1-627
We the mafia
I got status, ****
Facebook, I got status
Savage like my name Randy
I pull that stick on you suckers
Now you feeling like candy
I chase the check, it can't stand it
I want my sack filled up with cabbage
I'ma go get to this guala
Money, that's my only habit
Facebook, I got status
Savage like my name Randy
I pull that stick on you suckers
Now you feeling like candy
I chase the check, it can't stand it
I want my sack filled up with cabbage
I'ma go get to this guala
Money, that's my only habit
My life like a movie
But you can't see the film
Fourteen karat gold everything, I shine like a gem
I get my hands dirty
Like I'm landscaping a lawn
These **** rooks and they pawns
I put that dick on your neck like I'm LeBron
I want them Benjamin Franklins
I want them Jacksons and Grants
I'm in love with the money
We got a romance
I can show you how to stretch out the coke
Just like a limousine
I be moving that weight like I'm liposuction
Bitch, I got a good self-esteem
I sat in the trap with C Chop 'til the sun came up
I can't give this dope game up
This money got a **** palms itching
I can't give up my addiction
I wasn't good with the algebra
But I was good with addition
OTC, I got it over the counter
I keep me a few prescriptions
Facebook, I got status
Savage like my name Randy
I pull that stick on you suckers
Now you feeling like candy
I chase the check, it can't stand it
I want my sack filled up with cabbage
I'ma go get to this guala
Money, that's my only habit
Facebook, I got status
Savage like my name Randy
I pull that stick on you suckers
Now you feeling like candy
I chase the check, it can't stand it
I want my sack filled up with cabbage
I'ma go get to this guala
Money, that's my only habit
I poured a deuce in the Gatorade
I ain't drinking soda no more
These **** bozos
I can't take that clown shit no more
I'm in the trap working like a job
I'm tryna get a sack
I got a recliner in my cut
That bitch got me leaning back
The trap open in the snow
The K chop like a Seminole
My watch gold with the indigo
Like a bomb, bitch, yes, I blow
Your BM all up in my DM
Goddamnit, it look like she 'bout to go
Patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I be playing all in the dough
My lil ****, they stay on go
Green light on you, you know it's go
I'm balling with no score
I know it hurt like a low blow
I'd die for my mafia
Just like an Italian
I'm watching for the crosses
Just like my medallions
Facebook, I got status
Savage like my name Randy
I pull that stick on you suckers
Now you feeling like candy
I chase the check, it can't stand it
I want my sack filled up with cabbage
I'ma go get to this guala
Money, that's my only habit
Facebook, I got status
Savage like my name Randy
I pull that stick on you suckers
Now you feeling like candy
I chase the check, it can't stand it
I want my sack filled up with cabbage
I'ma go get to this guala
Money, that's my only habit
Written by: Antwon Burney

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