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Ooh, yeah MONY POWR RSPT, nigga It's a money set, you know what I'm saying? Everybody getting money, nigga Yeah, Pablo Juan The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class Too fresh to take out the trash Fresh to death, where is my casket? SongtexteI always stay with assassins I'm always laced with the fashion Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing Bought a mansion way away like a cabin Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy You a beggar, I'm a hustler I'm the dealer, you the customer Catch up, little nigga, I'm mustard Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia I ain't never really trust you Knew I should've never trust you You ain't real, you a buster These niggas was always sus These niggas start snitching for nothing These niggas wanna live by the gun Guess what, you gon' get what you want El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that If come ride it's tinted Don't test the water chilly My pinky a quarter ticket Had to grind smart to get it Limited 'sclusive edition They waitin' in line to get it Danny your time, I did it I didn't get a dime, a visit I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' 'Fore I had a pot to piss in My car just lost the ceiling My girl just lost her feeling Gucci getting richer than richy Bitches say Gucci saddity She just did her ass and her titties Well skeet on her face 'cause she pretty I tell her, go'n, like the road runner Might stash your phone number Ho get the wrong number I'm stacking all winter I'm stuntin' all summer And I need a grown woman 'Cause I got grown money, Wop The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad bitch, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as fuck, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad bitch and her ass fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that Aus Songtexte Mania