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7 in a cup, that's fourteen hundred Mansion with the pool, on the ocean I done it No AirBnB nigga, real money Pull up to the cub leave the trackhawk runnin' Bet it ain't nothin', niggas gon' touch nothin' 1500 shots in the section, no stuntin' I ain't talkin 'bout bottles, I'm talkin 'bout hollows I'm a drop the blick gettin' twerked by a model She think we together 'til she wake up tomorrow Been wearing drip, been make 'em follow Been switchin' whips like they was borrowed She got them hips, she must eat [?] I'll fuck a happy home up, no sorrow Switch on the Glock, now the bitch shoot [?] Aye y'all sing, do you wanna hit a high note? 7 in a cup, that's fourteen hundred Mansion with the pool, on the ocean I done it No AirBnB nigga, real money Pull up to the cub with the trackhawk runnin' Trackhawk ain't nothin, I'll slide up in a Rolls Black Maybach crawl down on fours Three drunk bitches in the car, suckin' toes Twerkin' for the gram she done came out her clothes SongtexteI don't know, she better not spill my four Got a cream soda, pulled up ice cold Her name was Amber, we in the Rolls (Whoa) For a bitch, switch on the bros (No) That is not part of the code (Oh) My spillers keepin' it drippin' and keepin' it pimpin' that's just how it goes (She show) 7 in a cup, that's fourteen hundred Mansion with the pool, on the ocean I done it No AirBnB nigga, real money Pull up to the cub leave the trackhawk runnin' Bet it ain't nothin', niggas gon' touch nothin' 1500 shots in the section, no stuntin' I'm talkin' 'bout bullets, not champagne dummy Aus Songtexte Mania