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You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' (DJ Banks), bitch (Oh my God, Kenny) Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting? Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Ayy, that lil bitch that you been with Is the one that's settin' you up and let me know just what your PIN is And since it's your card that I'm spending I'ma run it up, nigga, these cards ain't got no limit Bought a bracelet, tennis, VVS's in it Since I got your shit, I'ma keep running up those digits You think it's a game and you can fuck with other bitches Yeah, aight, nigga, your windows, get to fixing My mama told me, "Never let a nigga make you fold" Not a lie was told, all your game exposed Letras de cancionesBoy, you think you can play me like I'm one of these lil' hoes? I'm a big ass boss, standin' tall up on ten toes Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting? Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows He got four or five hoes Takin' bitches out, gotta buy 'em new clothes (Yeah) Valet parking, open up suicide doors Private mansions tucked off in the Poconos Shit, I'm blowing up the Rolls I'm mad 'Cause I ain't the bitch to share no bag And I ain't the kind of bitch you could drag And I put that on my flag, you fuck ass nigga I'll piss in your mouth, you lil' fuckboy Disrespect a bad bitch, you get checked, boy And don't you ever play games with my check, boy 'Cause I'm the queen of the board, I checkmate, boy (Trina) Run up all his cards, run up all his credit I'ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin' You ain't finna have me sittin' around stressin' Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting? Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows Niggas ain't shit, his cards, I'ma spend those I'ma slash his tires and I'ma bust out all his windows From Letras Mania