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Yeah Blowing that dirty, I'm smoking exotic, yeah Nigga, get ready to catch me a body, ooh, yeah Pablo Juan, nigga CakeBoy Bally (Let’s go) Diamonds on my neck, keep my gold different colors Drippin' on niggas, I left a puddle Rockin' that Gucci, I’m straight out the gutter Brand new bitch, I don't love her, I fucked her Lot of bad habits, I'm geeked up on codeine Rich nigga still in the trap with the dope fiend Cartier glasses, my verse need a ring Straight out the trap, went and bought me some bling bling I knew they was gon' hate She got an ass, she making it shake Bad lil' bitch, I'ma fuck her in her face You ain't gettin' money, you ain’t got what it takes I was riding in the foreign like a race Eat me a Perc’, I just said my grace Riding with choppers, I might catch a case Smoking exotic, I like how it taste Get money all day, I need a hobby On codeine, I might catch a body Five bad bitches when I'm in the Follies SongtexteFour rings on my left hand an Audi I dropped a four in a twenty, I’m trippin' Three hoes with me, they all my bitches Two guns with me, they Wess' and they Smith-on One shot to the head, I ain't gon’ miss it Dolce Gabbana, like model, I'm drippin' Dior on my whore, she sure ain't no Christian Jumped out the Rover, I'm Christian Bitch walked in the party, you know that I'm friskin' All blue hundreds, I walked in with sixty Suckin' that dick and I'm still gon' kiss her Seen her on the 'Gram, I text her I missed her, yeah Run up the money, stack up the digits Niggas be hatin', they actin' like bitches Bitch, you been broke and I ain't gon' fix it Quit all that talkin' and sit back and listen Upping my standards, I got more 'pecific Water on my neck and it look like Pacific Low numbers on the gas like it was midget I just be coolin' like I'm in the frigid Diamonds on my neck, keep my gold different colors Drippin' on niggas, I left a puddle Rockin' that Gucci, I'm straight out the gutter Brand new bitch, I don't love her, I fucked her Lot of bad habits, I'm geeked up on codeine Rich nigga still in the trap with the dope fiend Cartier glasses, my verse need a ring Straight out the trap, went and bought me some bling bling I knew they was gon' hate She got an ass, she making it shake Bad lil' bitch, I'ma fuck her in her face You ain't gettin' money, you ain't got what it takes I was riding in the foreign like a race Eat me a Perc', I just said my grace Riding with choppers, I might catch a case Smoking exotic, I like how it taste Aus Songtexte Mania