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DTB, that's a slap Thank you for fucking with me I'm fly as fuck, I need somebody to take this pic (Ooh) Out here shinin' with no chain or watch on my wrist (Uh-uh) I was late to my auntie funeral service (Yeah) I was worried 'bout what Louis shoes matched this fit Boy, i'm a muhfucka, you a ho cuffa Hoes wearing wedding rings and I still fuck 'em Textin' while I'm gettin' slow head from both of 'em Makin' plays, plannin' trips, fuckin' both of 'em I be through with it, you be cool with it (Cool with it) I'm a player, when I'm done I let my crew hit it You the type to sock the bitch, be on the news wit' it When you left she called me over and I flew in it If I was askin' for your work checks you would decline me I ain't mean to stand you up, it was just bad timing You was just braggin' to your friends how I'm that dude Chase the bag or the bitch, guess what I'ma choose (I'ma get that bag) (What I'ma choose, 'cause I'm) I'm running to the bag (Oh, I, oh, I gotta, uh) I gotta catch a flight (Or I, or I might be) I'm somewhere in the booth (Yeah) Letras de cancionesAnd we can fuck around (Yeah) I grind 365, I don't do vacay Fuck a Netflix and chill, I'm chasing this cake Told my mechanic I'm all gas, you can take out brakes (Gas) Cut my granny off for calling my phone being fake I'm tryna make a few million off one of these tapes Ain't finna be passin' my shit out at the lake Every time I come around niggas get hella weird Talkin' 'bout music or some gossip I don't wanna hear The hate all over yo' face and I smell fear Double XL interview, I broke down in tears Started out forty deep, only ten here Duckin' smoke but be there when it's all clear They told me when I got some change e'rything could change Bitches out here fuckin' anybody wit' a name You was just braggin' to your friends how I'm that dude Chase the bag or the bitch, guess what I'ma choose (I'ma get that bag) (What I'ma choose, 'cause I'm) I'm running to the bag (Oh, I, oh, I gotta, uh) I gotta catch a flight (Or I, or I might be) I'm somewhere in the booth (Yeah) And we can fuck around (Yeah) From Letras Mania