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Wear a belt Yeah you already know what the fuck going on Think it's a game? Yeah let's get money this shit funny Bruh, I told you Lemme tell my shit on that Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt And I did it all on my own, ain't need yo help (yeah, yeah) And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah) And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref (yeah, yeah) The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah) And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get attacked (yeah, yeah) And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah) Ay, ha ha I don't give a doodie like BB It's a street sweep In a wagon, it's a big jeep This ain't no G Fuck her in the cell like meet me 'Cause she a neat freak In the streets I was knee-deep I was knee-deep I got VeeBees on my white tee SongtexteYou can go skii And I know these n*gga's don't like me Bro wanna post me And I pop that shit like mhm, she like mhm Yeah she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm Heard your n*gga snitch, (mm-mm, mm-mm) They don't make no sense, (mm-mm, mm-mm) Yeah, yeah, ay I keep a strap on my leg cause I know that these n*ggas ain't right (yeah, yeah) Might as well take you a flight cause you n*ggas ain't gon' take my life (yeah, yeah) I remember lighting them counters, remember they turn off the lights (yeah, yeah) I remember wrecking them licks, I went driving, I was driving a bike (yeah, yeah) I pay a hundred a gram these n*ggas weren't doin' me right (yeah, yeah) I got this shit out the mud, I go at this shit with my life (yeah, yeah) Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt And I did it all on my own, ain't need yo help (yeah, yeah) And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah) And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref (yeah, yeah) The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah) And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get attacked (yeah, yeah) And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania