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My type of motivation You see my bitch, she like (Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy) You see my bitch, she like (Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy) Swag check, bag check, glow Big ring, even bigger chain, watch it glow Brag test, gas test, glow Roll 'bout seven bombers in a row Roll up, light up, lift my soul That's my preference, that's my flow That consignment shit is slow You don't know me, don't call me bro You know don't me, don't call me bro That's how I'm rocking, know your role Ain't no logos but it's 'Lo, my girl in Gucci and she cold You see my bitch, she like (Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy) You see my bitch, she like (Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy) Swag check, bag check, glow Big ring, even bigger chain, watch it glow Brag test, gas test, glow SongtexteRoll 'bout seven bombers in a row She gave me her heart, told me, "You break it, you buy it" She always cool always mellow, made me just trust in the process Want me to swallow my pride, hoping my ego would digest I'm like, "Stay humble for what?" They take advantage of (?) Running my lane, designer shit, don't need no Dri-Fit Niggas be thinking they prophets Misleading the youth while they profit Me, I'm still tryna process How they be using they logic We know he a square, he denying it He say he the plug I'm like, "I guess" I guess he gon' front 'til his dying breath You see my bitch, she like (Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy) You see my bitch, she like (Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy) Swag check, bag check, glow Big ring, even bigger chain, watch it glow Brag test, gas test, glow Roll bout seven bombers in a row She gave me her heart Aus Songtexte Mania