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[Intro] Gucci, Meek Millie From ATL to Philly nigga Real recognize real Yeah we hood rich Trap God turn us up [Hook] I’m a money gettin nigga At least that’s just what I’m known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard yall niggas ballin Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for? Better get the fuck out East Atlanta You niggas know you don’t belong here [Verse 1] All my niggas smoking scrome here We don’t talk reckless on the phone here A lot of cliques don’t get along here, Brick Squad my nigga, we rock our own gear I’m on the kriss and on the long chair I hope that you don’t read me wrong But if I go pull out that tongue dear I bet that you don’t make it home Letras de cancionesI’m in the choppers with my long Johns And I’ve been trapping all day long They call me back and so they on scron Before it dry, that shit be gone [Hook] I’m a money gettin nigga At least that’s just what I’m known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard yall niggas ballin Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for? You’d better stay out by the Philly nigga You know you pussies don’t belong here [Verse 2] Rose go on my bottle six, Half a mill on foreign whip I’m in it well with a foreign bitch I’m on a bright strap and she on this dick Just bow there you lame You diamonds look strange I’m grinding like Wayne, when he on that skateboard I’m said Nigga you new girl’s my open My old bitch - your new girl, Young low rich Philly nigga, them hoes tell me I’m toothed up I don’t need to fuck one on one ’Cause when I come I need two girls That down to fuck like all night Give them bitches that hard pipe Ridin with a hoe named Keyshia And we smoking no Keyshia Young nigga friends like easter, Blood dripping on my sneackers Straight drop, I stick that I celebrate, I get back That Molly look like a Tic-Tac And I tell that hoe that I get that like oh [Hook] I’m a money gettin nigga At least that’s just what I’m known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard yall niggas ballin Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for? Better get the fuck out East Atlanta You niggas know you don’t belong here [Verse 3] I drop a bag on your head nigga And then locate your ass like all star I ain’t had to buy shit nigga My nigga Waka got his own car You want my dick like you a bitch nigga Won’t you go and coach your own boys? And I don’t wanna go back to jail nigga But you gonna make me catch one more charge I can look and tell you fraid nigga But you keep on tryin to look hard Your friends keep aksing what’s the spell nigga That’s your motherfucking home boys [Hook] I’m a money gettin nigga At least that’s just what I’m known for You better call on my connect And aks him what he put me on for I heard yall niggas ballin Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for? Better get the fuck out East Atlanta You niggas know you don’t belong here From Letras Mania