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Smokescreen It´s really no flex, I got it (i got it) Six figure checks, I got it (i got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (whats wrong with you?) 50k cash, I got it (i got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last like I did Got it (got it, bitch) Got it (i got it, hoe) Got it (yuh) Got it I got it They wanna flex for the clout (yuh) Same one that's counting me out (yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? SongtexteYou hoes look like somebody smashed your face Still see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (you hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It´s really no flex, I got it (i got it) Six figure checks, I got it (i got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (whats wrong with you?) 50k cash, I got it (i got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last like I did Got it (got it, bitch) Got it (i got it, hoe) Got it (yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (yuh) I smell the money from miles away (yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at boa (yuh) I jump on this beat and it's doa Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil' baby keep eyin',´ she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It´s really no flex, I got it (i got it) Six figure checks I got it (i got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (whats wrong with you?) 50k cash, I got it (i got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last like I did Got it (got it, bitch) Got it (bitch) Got it (yuh) Got it I got it (bitch) We gon´ smash your party Aus Songtexte Mania