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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah RamyOnTheBeat Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Walk through the door) Designer, it's head to toe, yeah Young nigga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah) My nigga, come get your ho, yeah (Bitch) Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh (I don't have a note) Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith Spent twenty racks on my rose chain These niggas hatin' is so lame I'm ballin', need Rogane Hop out the drop, smokin' propane (Yeah) I do my damn thing Boy, you ain't nothin' but a damn shame Smashin' your bitch, yeah, your main thing Come get your ho off my ding-a-ling Poof on the bitch just like David Blane Bullets hit runners, no shoe strings I drip so much sauce, I done left a stain You get the picture without the frame I pull out the pistol, I bet that I bang Play hot potato with his motherfuckin' brain I shoot to kill so you know I got aim You just a Shitzu and I'm a Great Dane SongtexteYou know I get to the cream with my gang We Paper Route, it is not Wu-Tang Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Bitch) Designer, it's head to toe, yeah Young nigga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah) My nigga, come get your ho, yeah (Come get your bitch) Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh (I don't have a note) Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith Spent twenty racks on my rose chain (Rose gold) These niggas hatin' is so lame Hop in the foreign to change lanes (Hop in the) Young nigga fly as a damn plane (Fly as a) Walk in, the hoes go insane (Yeah) Ice on my Patek, my wrist sprained (Ice) I'm rich, bitch, Glock Rick James (I'm rich) Cuttin' these checks like sensei (Cut) And that shit like every day (Yeah) If I ain't gettin' paid then I'm gettin' laid (Yeah) Yeah, told bitch Aus Songtexte Mania