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(feat. Freck Billionaire) [Verse 1: Freck Billionaire] Yea I'm gettin money is my exclamation The lambo's milked out, No expiration And I ain't ask for a estimation I just pass the cake off, No hesitation Ya see I'm nothin like ya'll guys I just do the stuntin, Ya'll niggas fall guys And everyday I get the benny washed It's Deja Vu like Denny Wash Budget too big, Billionaire a hurt a label Play it tight, Spray the creed on the purple label Pie vay settings, Jacob got me linked up The Bentley wag bulletproof like a Brinks truck C.B.L, We don't care what ya homies sell Rubberband around the stacks like a ponytail I could meet a hoe sweeter than Damita Joe She act conceited tho and I'm a get deleted yo I'm not a musician, But I play a instrument The ragin bull handle any knid of incident The black latex, D's can't get the print The flyin spur so fly, I had to get the Bent Got initails on the door scrap, Initials on the floor mat I ain't braggin homeboy, Dis my format The 22's look like they ridin on 4 flats SongtexteYoung octopus, I carry arms I draw to challengers, With cavali carry-ons Freck Billionaire, I'm the 1 with the bling Got canaries on the wrist, Not the ones with the wings A real hood nigga, I got a lavage flow I could push you into theaters like Magic tho You don't want beef, You just want raps I get ya lil ass smoked like a blunt wrap C.B.L spray, What da fuck did you thought I tote the cig, But I don't mean newport I wash my money up the laundry way I stay guccied down even on my laundry day The linen clean, Splash ya [? ] Double blue 62 smash ya limousine You could set trip, But I get the ammo near Like a bad allibi, Switch up the lambo gear These other rap niggas, They could'nthold a candle near They got it all screwed up, Like chandeliers [Verse 2: Fabolous] I'm gettin money is my quotation Family man, So I need the lambo station Slick talk, I'll put a chamber into rotation Director style, I shoot em on location My hoe's hatian, trenny and croatian Ass clap louder than an Oprah ovation Double D's on her chest like Daredevil I shoot dames at a 900 a pair level I'm in perotta, The color of Ricotta Cheese, Please you can't tell me not a I don't share keys, Nor do I give her codes I set run through records down on river road Then I switched up, Posted on palleysay The Denali stay, Smellin like Cali grade I come through bar, Numba 9 squirts Osama rich, That's the hard to find shirt Ya rocks keep 2 they selves, Well mines flirt They 2 clean, Board of Health couldn't find dirt I'm rich bitch, And I'm screamnin it like ashy larry They call me Brinks boy, Maybe it's The cash I carry Rubberbands pop, You gon need a scrungee for me She a jump off, Bet the chick a bungee for me I came a long way, And I still stroll the avenues Move and style, Louis V roll and travel Local nigga, You never been to Poland have you, So you couldn't judge me if you was holdon gavels And I used to get the raw from Olivia That was back when Raven Symone was olivia I did the take-out, Meanin that I ran orders I had the transporter sittin by the land borders The rocafella a make you rather do a manslaughter They goin in June, It's comin back with grand-daughters So homie if you got a weapon tote it You can't jump ship, Niggas won't accept you boated When I was doin it 4 t.v, I kept it loaded Cause these hatin niggas try 2 find it and webisode it A half of clip in ya hip, A make ya Elvis shake You'll more then moan when ya bones and ya pelvis break Benny drop cost two hundred and twelve to take Red gut, White paint, Red velvet cape Aus Songtexte Mania