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(Blanco) Uh I gave 'em chance after chance For real I gave 'em chance after chance (Chance) Whole lotta bands in my pants (Racks) Eliot diamonds gon' dance (Shine) No, I don't need no advance (No) Jumped off the porch and I turned to a man Shoutout to Thugger, he bought me some land He mad at me 'cause his bitch is a fan They sleep on me like they on Xans Came from the trap, I got nominated When I walk in the spot, they accommodated I had to stay down and they know how long I waited Now my car's foreign and my house is gated I never pick and choose, that's when them bitches do Girl it's gon' take a whole lot to get rid of you We don't be lovin' these bitches, we switch-a-roo [?] through lanes and I'm in that new Bentley coupe She said she like how I do it I told her, "Shh, it ain't nothin' to it" This ain't no tug of war, but I got pull Already ate on these niggas, I'm full She tryna go with me tourin' SongtexteBlowin' they mortgage, smoked a whole forest Travelin' all round the globe like a tourist Rememberin' times when I couldn't afford it I gave 'em chance after chance Had to cut 'em off, they fucked up the plans Made Biscotti, probably need my own strand If you get caught stealin', cut off your hand I got some neck on a jet Bitches be [?] I say so Plus I could put your lil' bitch on a payroll Go get the money, I don't gotta lay low (Go get the money, yeah) If it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck (Stuck) Playin' with me is like playin' with a bomb Boy, you finna run out of luck (Boom) I can get him hit for a little ol' nothin' My shooters all by the book (Pew, pew) I'm droppin' my nuts, nigga, you know what's up You can see in my eyes that I don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck) I gave 'em chance after chance (Chance) Whole lotta bands in my pants (Racks) Eliot diamonds gon' dance (Shine) No, I don't need no advance (No) Jumped off the porch and I turned to a man Shoutout to Thugger, he bought me some land He mad at me 'cause his bitch is a fan They sleep on me like they on Xans Came from the trap, I got nominated When I walk in the spot, they accommodated I had to stay down and they know how long I waited Now my car's foreign and my house is gated I never pick and choose, that's when them bitches do Girl it's gon' take a whole lot to get rid of you We don't be lovin' these bitches, we switch-a-roo [?] through lanes and I'm in that new Bentley coupe Aus Songtexte Mania