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She tryna' fuck on the kid Only way that we fuckin' if you tryna' bring all your friends I ran it up Got me a bag I'ma blow it all Then go do again She tryna' fuck on the kid Only way that we fuckin' if you tryna bring all your friends Versace all up on my body I'm flexin', you know that I'm settin' these trends Pocket watchin' like a pussy I can't keep track of all the money I spend Hate cause we poppin', I call that a fan They flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan All white walk in, lookin' like a Xan They been plottin', boy them boys ain't your friends Can't trip my Balenci's came without no laces I see they showin' love to the fakes My niggas was breaking bread before we made it Blow in the field, he keep on catching cases I know some niggas that's locked in that box They was definitely Roddy, but never got rich I feel like I can't put trust in nobody These niggas ain't solid get caught on the flip SongtexteAll my niggas got bodies and sticks Me and my niggas was sharin' clothes But look we finally rich Can't reminisce about the past days I'm just tryna get my back straight I ran it up Got me a bag I'ma blow it all Then go do it again She tryna' fuck on the kid Only way that we fuckin' if you tryna bring all your friends Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin' You know that I'm settin' these trends Pocket watchin' like a pussy I can't keep track of all the money I spend Hate cause we poppin', I call that a fan They flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan All white walk in, lookin' like a Xan They been plottin', boy them boys ain't your friends Everybody switchin' up for no reason I've been out here, I've been fightin' my demons Hoodie on, yeah, it's really that season Keep your love, cause a nigga don't need it Fuck the plain jane, bitch I need my shit flooded Bag chasin', overloaded on luggage 2020 whip I don't need to touch it Just push the button and this bitch get to runnin' This bitch get to runnin', I pull out the choppa, you runnin' That's not your bitch if you know that we fuckin' Too many hunnids, no time for no lovin' They mad cause I'm up, I turn nothin' to somethin' I ran it up Got me a bag I'ma blow it all Then go do it again She tryna' fuck on the kid Only way that we fuckin' if you tryna bring all your friends Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin' You know that I'm settin' these trends Pocket watchin' like a pussy I can't keep track of all the money I spend Hate cause' we poppin', I call that a fan Then flip the script, I'm stickin' to the plan All white walk in, lookin' like a Xan They been plottin', boy them boys ain't your friends Aus Songtexte Mania