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Call me Bill Gates I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me Uh, ya heard me I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when you need me bitch Ya heard me bitch Bitch, ya heard me bitch! Silk sweaters, dirty Berettas and petty vendettas Niggas is jealous, I get it, bring it when and wherever Court dates and caskets, I'm tryna stay composed Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul Doing bad, I shorted my connect a cool mil' At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels Or at the Palms and I know the Feds across the hall I got a bitch who licking balls, my back against the wall All black photographs that speak a million words One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds Louis towels and the Gucci slides Bill Gates still real when it's out of style I want it all, Wingstops on every corner I want a mall and I'm about to build a Benihana Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight !! (woooooo) SongtexteThey started waving flags when the ruckus came Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange Crack money, Nike sweats, wake up in night sweats Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices All my people eat at the table when we say our grace One eye open for the Judas who wanna take my place Twelve disciples, I got two shooters, nigga ten bodies Caught a few niggas living thinkin' that I ain't bout it Dickie shirts, blood stains, come with the drug game Cell phones tapped, fast money and cum stains Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you Louis towels and the Gucci slides Bill Gates still real when it's out of style I want it all, Wingstops on every corner I want a mall and I'm about to build a Benihana Bond out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight !! (woooooo) They started waving flags when the ruckus came Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat FingerLicking laugh over lobster in the front seat Niggas follow me in hopes of finding my stash box In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down Bill Gates, that red Chevy it be thumping loud I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fucking up So fuck a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants I want it all, Wingstops on every corner I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight They started waving flags when the ruckus came Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange Aus Songtexte Mania