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Hahaha Hi She told me that you're not her type (No) Told me that you're not that guy She said that you don't match her fly She want a nigga like me, for real I'm getting money without a deal You can't compete, let's be real And he said he want beef, so the nigga got grilled (Yeah, yeah) And I'm on the grind everyday Just had to go get it, had no other way Bitch, get the hell out my face I'm gettin' this cake, don't care what you say She told me that she got a man I'm fuckin' her friend 'cause that is the plan I just wanna count up the bands I don't not need love, do you understand? Mad that I glowed up (Shut up, bitch), yeah (Yeah) You should've chose up (Bitch) Now I don't fuck with ya (Yeah) You cannot fuck with us (Uh) She said I'm stuck up I told her, "Shut up" (Yeah) I told her, "Shut up" Letras de cancionesI told her, "Shut up" I'm so high Man, I feel like I could fly Pull out my chopper if you don't comply I ride around with a .9, yeah, yeah Brand new bag of that Moncler Nonchalant baby, I don't care I told her, "Shut up, I don't care" My money longer than my hair I feel like Mooky, you can't even come to the crib (Woah) In an all black coupe and they know who it is (Woah, woah) Put on the beat and they know who it is Link at the club, she can't know where I live Hi She told me that you're not her type (She told me that you're not that guy) Told me that you're not that guy She said that you don't match her fly (Yeah) She want a nigga like me, for real I'm getting money without a deal You can't compete, let's be real And he said he want beef, so the nigga got grilled (Yeah, yeah) From Letras Mania