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D.a got that dope Woo, woo, woo Yeah-yeah, whoa, yeah-yeah, aye, yeah-yeah, aye Yeah-yeah, aye Aye, woo, aye, yeah-yeah Woo, aye, uh, aye I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (Bitch) Green and red Gucci on me, feelin' like the Joker Feel like Chief Keef when I'm ridin' in the Rover I feel like I'm you every time your bitch come over I'm back in the kitchen (Yeah) Shit on you like I'm a pigeon (Yeah) From my position, I got too many decisions (Aye, aye) Should I fuck Nina or Tina? (Tina) My life like a mission Smash your bitch, "911, there's been a collision" (Aye, aye) I'm losin' my vision, wrist just won't stop glistenin' Let's fuck in the whip, just got the Porsche I still gotta christen Sippin' the wine, gettin' the bread, feel like a Christian Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition Get money Stack bread Fuck with me Till I'm dead SongtexteStack cheese Mozzarella Make it rain Make 'em need umbrellas Yeah, I feel like that motherfuckin' man when I hop out that Rover Yeah, I give her some band, that bitch is a soaker These fuck boys ain't give me a hand, y'all nigga bogus I guess that I'm drinking Bel Air tonight, I'm out of sodas (Let's go) Stood on the corner with a lot of you niggas, you enemy, now you ain't never show love Me and Lil Gotit, we treat these niggas like some Maybach curtains, they can never see us Turn this shit on every minute or hour It's daily, and monthly, and yearly with us Don't hesitate, just go head and pick it Or is you playin', is you really with us? Aye, I wanna hear gun sounds I just hear money counters I just see bustdowns Don't tell secrets, bitch I might keep it 'round Sound like trombone When that chopper out Get money Stack bread Fuck with me Till I'm dead Stack cheese Mozzarella Make it rain Make 'em need umbrellas I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Ness Feel like Barry Bonds runnin' home with that check Call that girl Louie V slugger when she wet Yeah, I throw that dick, she bounce that ass back, got me blessed I whip the Tesla with no hands, got this bitch on autopilot Got yo hoe givin' me top like she tryna start a riot Fuck a TV show, I got more stripes, my hoes exotic Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project But I ain't even dropped it Aus Songtexte Mania