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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah She be callin' my phone and blowin' it up I'm chasin' money, I'm countin' it up Fashion Nova wit' a big old butt I ate a redbone up for lunch Trap girl, she gon' roll up my rollups Walk in, got Chanaynay's on Mike Amiri's, I feel like Michael Jackson I put it on, I do they fashion I put some ice on my teeth, I'm flashy Eat it up, beat it up, I'm nasty Designer zone from my shoe to my glasses You could blindfold me, I'll still count it up backwards I'm doin' the dash, I pray I don't crash (Skrrt) I mix it up, I don't do the matchin' Super charged, all my cars is the fastest I fucked her then I disappeared, that magic Yeah, walk in that bitch, I got racks on me Shakin' that, she put her ass on me Skinny jeans, steppin' like thigh pads (Ooh) Diamonds, they hit like Muhammed Ali Actin' like 12, that bitch spyin' on me SongtexteThirty round iron wit' the dime on me All that ass, what you doin' wit' me? Tell me the truth, don't be lyin' to me She got a nigga, ain't got nothin' to do wit' me I put my glasses on, still can't see me I put my jewllery on, I get anaemic I get my script from my bitch out in Phoenix I take out my princess, teach her to clean it I told her I love her, she think that I mean it Soon as I catch 'em I'ma knock off their beanie Need a cain 'cause I'm leanin' Droptop, pull up, Cartier [?] see me Smell gelato every time that I'm breathin' Straight out the trap, made a mill off a single The [?] autotune, that bitch get to singin' Drippin' though, nigga, they say I'm the cleanest Racks on me but I'on play this like tennis Can't find my drip, I ain't buy this at Lennox Bad bitch so I call her a menace Dolce Gabbana, I walk in and spend it Gimme some ass 'cause you havin' plenty All of my cars, they mine, ain't rented I'm havin' bards like wine and the.Henny Can't come around me, I ain't too friendly Chanel vintage Got came and I'm ballin', you ridin' the benches Thuggin' like I was 2Pac, I got juice like sippin' Callin' my phone and blowin' it up I'm chasin' money, I'm countin' it up Fashion Nova wit' a big old butt I ate a redbone up for lunch Trap girl, she gon' roll up my rollups Walk in, got Chanaynay's on Mike Amiri's, I feel like Michael Jackson I put it on, I do they fashion I put some ice on my teeth, I'm flashy Eat it up, beat it up, I'm nasty Designer zone from my shoe to my glasses You could blindfold me, I'll still count it up backwards I'm doin' the dash, I pray I don't crash (Skrrt) I mix it up, I don't do the matchin' Super charged, all my cars is the fastest I fucked her then I disappeared, that magic Aus Songtexte Mania