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I got money counters in the kitchen Clientele tryna come and visit (yeah) Young niggas all around greedy, shit they thrown down They don't know shit about religion (yeah) Only Christian that they know is Dior They rockin' they just wanna eat more Fuckin' bitches on the seashore I'm travellin, I just wanna see more Got the banger with me, that's at all times Ten bitches with me, and they all dimes If we get into it, then there are repercussions Got the chopper with me, want an introduction Droppin bags off, gotta stay productive Drivin' mad fast in the Rolls Cullinan Hit a snapback with no steel bullets I'm a millionaire, but I'll still pull it Ever sent 300 in a Goyard duffel At the trap spot doing Mcdonald numbers Got blood money, we some real dope hustlers The lost souls, there ain't no hope for 'em Diamonds got a nigga wet wet wet Chandelier AP with baguettes Turn a nigga hood to fright fest Gotta fifty on me, that's a light check Four tennis's that's a light neck SongtexteThis the big boy, not the light jet Me and lil mama have re-up sex We gon' step on niggas like an insect Got a glass wrist with the Windex In the Carribeans, talkin 'real boss shit With the Chile out I got the Hermes trink In the new low, got a strong lemon scent Bought the Redeye, came with the limo tint Paid the rent she was bad bad bad Euros ridin' with the dealership tag Shawty overloaded with Chanel bags Modified charger gone in a flash Reaper wit me tryna snatch a nigga soul Trap a [?] car get it followed home International, I did a show in Rome Flyin' out to a nigga block with a drone She gone come and put my mind at ease Tall nigga, she wanna climb my tree Virgin Islands, ocean front part land Millie cash, have them bags on hand She gone follow through and turn up for me Spending problem, I just burn up money Coups lined up all different colors Vibes lined up all different colors Overseas guns, five different colors Got a good shot like an NBA jumper Big dog havin' NBA money Never [?] I got money counters in the kitchen Clientele tryna come and visit (yeah) Young niggas all around greedy, shit they thrown down They don't know shit about religion (yeah) Only Christian that they know is Dior They rockin' they just wanna eat more Fuckin' bitches on the seashore I'm travellin, I just wanna see more Got the banger with me, that's at all times Ten bitches with me, and they all dimes If we get into it, then there are repercussions The chopper with me, want an introduction Droppin bags off, gotta stay productive Drivin' mad fast in the rolls cullin' Aus Songtexte Mania