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I been dumpin' 4's for bout a month I think we drank it all, I can't make it up Slidin' and spazzin', them boys can't keep up Them bitches on my phone, I ain't picking up 12 on my ass and I ain't slowing up Rock with my brothers they ain't going for none Pockets on chunky, pockets on big pun I'm begging you "please, don't leave without your gun" Chanely frames all on my face, uh That boy there a savage, stare down with the sun Ain't rocking with niggas, heard y'all niggas bums Y'all boys swapping garments, where the fuck the funds Riding, I'm getting, I'm vibing, I'm dolo Six hoes with me in the trunk filming porno's Fuct on my body, hell nah, this ain't Lord Knows Uh, Shameless Money Gang Pow, pow, pow, pow, nigga Bitch, I'm back and I'm better than ever Lowe the sweater, lil hoe I won't let up Bitch, I'm back and I'm better than ever Lowe the sweater, lil hoe I won't let up Damn, what happened to that boy? Last thing I heard stupid nigga got wet up Back to back days at the bank, get your check up SongtexteWay too many bills, bank teller fed up In love with the money, let's talk about a prenup I'm oceanside, getting fed with my feet up Wock stocked up, I ain't never running out, the fuck is a drought Perc popper, uh That bitch a lil freak, I'm all in her mouth, I feel like big poppa Them bags coming in them bags going out The bitch a lil trooper, hide sticks at the house The lil bitch be gettin it sticks in her blouse Yeah, Shameless Money Gang Aus Songtexte Mania