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Ha, it's Gucci, burr, go in, Mike WiLL Made ItWell, I'm blowin' kush, endorsin' itFor those that ain't as fortunateI work my fork, I work my wristGot babies like the orphanageGot cabbage like a cabbage patchGot collard greens and turnips, bitchI turn 'em in the turnin' laneI'm always in a foreign whipMy trap boomin' like Bloomingdale'sA long line like you at the RitzGot bank like Lloyd, Yayo like TonyBut won't give you 50 centRed rubies on my Rolex bezelIt look like I slit my wristWhite diamonds like I'm LiberaceBitch, come here and kiss my fistI use Cristal for ListerineI brush my teeth with purp codeineI wash my face with bottled waterDrink champagne straight out the bottleAll my whips got superchargersAll my hoes are supermodelsHe go hard but I go harderHe faker than Harry PotterLetras de cancionesHe try to turn up with two hundred onesHe's makin' me laughI drink my champagne out the bottle, niggaI don't fuck with no glassSo many gualas in my pants, niggaIt's makin' me sagAnd when I leave up out the lot, niggaTop in the trashSo much money in my safeI don't think that I can close itSo much money in my jeansI don't think that I can tote itHad a good dayAnd then I went and bought a RollieShorty brain me so crazyHad to tell the girl to hold itGot a college girl, just spoken wordsShe think that she a poetWhen I smash the girl, just spoken wordsI have to keep her focused'Bout to put me out the buildin'Cause I got some nosy neighborsSay I'm smokin' loud and they complainin''Bout the noise and fragranceThink I'm going through a phaseCause my verses are amazingThink I'm walking through a mazeWhen I'm walking through the stationDrawing pictures with my wordsWhile these other niggas tracin'Walking back and forth pacingLike my girl gon' have a babyHe try to turn up with two hundred onesHe's makin' me laughI drink my champagne out the bottle, niggaI don't fuck with no glassSo many gualas in my pants, niggaIt's makin' me sagAnd when I leave up out the lot, niggaTop in the trashWhen I pull up to the lot, ayeAll the hoes gon' drop, ayeLike look at his watch, ayeLike look at his carLook at his earringsLook at his his bling bling, ayeThat nigga stuntin', just damn near killed the sceneMake bitches scream and faint, ayeI just poured me up a pint of that purpleI don’t like redYou want to fight bitch, you might be dead, ayeRed white chalk, some niggas in the rear with black hawksCounting so much damn green, hurt my damn thumbI was trying to fucking eat, bit my damn tongueHe try to turn up with two hundred onesHe's makin' me laughI drink my champagne out the bottle, niggaI don't fuck with no glassSo many gualas in my pants, niggaIt's makin' me sagAnd when I leave up out the lot, niggaTop in the trash From Letras Mania