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Ayy Christian Loub' on the bottom, bitch, they bleed It's a scope on top the chop, bitch, say cheese This that pressure, if you hit it you can't breathe Money wrapped around my head, that's all I see Dead man, I get bread, man Tryna see how high can I get, I feel like Redman Thumb through hundreds, twenties, fifties, I count dead men If you ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, I can't hear it then If you ain't talkin' 'bout no guap, don't wanna hear it (What?) If it ain't 'bout no paper, you won't catch me near it (Nah) I'm in the Tesla, this bitch fast, ain't gotta steer it (Go) The choppa turned him to a ghost, now he a spirit Three-hundred sparks, bitch, I'm with three-hundred Martians (Ayy) He tried to run but he wasn't fast, that choppa caught him (Ayy) I just stained my Off-White 1's and I just bought 'em (I just bought 'em) They say there's Perkies in this bitch, that's cause I brought 'em (Ayy) In the Range countin' racks like it's a Brinks truck Real cold, so you know I got my heat tucked Been that man, make decisions with my feet up While you sleepin' on the pavement, nigga, we up Christian Loub' on the bottom, bitch, they bleed It's a scope on top the chop, bitch, say cheese SongtexteThis that pressure, if you hit it you can't breathe Money wrapped around my head, that's all I see Dead man, I get bread, man Tryna see how high can I get, I feel like Redman Thumb through hundreds, twenties, fifties, I count dead men If you ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, I can't hear it then (Nah) Aus Songtexte Mania