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I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold Drive the Rari' off the lot fill my wrist up with the pot Bitch, this shit will never stop Presidential on clock Couple hoes up on a yacht I can not fuck up with 'ops Bitch I made it to the top Go to class, I'm about to drop Went to the gun store, and i bought a rocket One million dollars cash, hanging out my pocket All these Diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet Broke niggas hating on me, this shit, need to stop it Lil Pump the freshest nigga coming out my city Hit the Aods and I'm blowin straight 50s In the kitchen whippin whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney ain't nobody fucking with me, off the Xan I squeeze the titty Dropped outta school, hopped in a private jet Bitch I'm on the lean, I can't pop no percocet I got more money than your father, you can't be upset I'm worth a couple million, bitch you know I love to flex Letras de canciones I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is in froze Too much racks in pocket that my wallet can't fold From Letras Mania