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What the fuck is that? Ayy, everybody has their own drink Told the beef was over, that was, ayy Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah 6 And 8 And Fours and two you know I played it crap, yeah Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for boobytrap, yeah Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like So I'm throwin' signs in the street, I'm on strike, yeah It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite, uh Millionaire, I ain't stoppin' at no lights But shit replay inside my head enough and I'm a fight, yeah Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, mm, sike, uh Promise that I buy that bitch a Birkin, uh, sike Threw that pussy and I caught it, J. Rice Know that bitch is mine, but I might now own her rights Yeah, that bitch said she went skydivin' twicе Jumped up on his dick and said that bit' was scared of heights Yеah, I'm too lit for boobytrap, uh I can't go to Louis closets like a Louis rag, uh Swarmin' with the scammers, can't do Niemans with no Giffy, uh You keep it a hundred, shit, I rather keep a fifty Lil' bitch, fives on the fours SongtexteWalked into Amiri and they told me "Strike a pose" Like a fat bitch, you know I show up with the rolls Ken just got them two best friends to fuck, I said "goals" He a bird, he probably in the X4 Plus the only party that we know is next door You know these niggas talkin', know these pussy boys a joke You got a Goyard on your birthday 'cause that nigga broke, uh Yeah, I'm too rich for boobytrap Just bought a pharmacy with Doctor T, we off the map The casa, the migo, that shit right where I'm at He would say somethin' back, but he need Cardi B for that My wrists cost a nigga whole career, nigga Eighteen-point-seven in a year, nigga Said the beef was over, that was motherfuckin' cap Don't need no fuckin' handouts, let alone a dap, yeah 6 And 8 And Fours and two you know I played it crap Taboo in Miami, I'm too rich for boobytrap, yeah Ayy, it's some niggas I don't like So I'm throwin' signs in the street, I'm on strike, yeah It's on sight, so I said it's on sight, uh Bitches tryna end me, so I can not be polite Ayy, everybody has their own drink Aus Songtexte Mania