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Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yea-Yea-Yeah) Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Bitch My pockets fat, your shit skinny Bitch, I play with them racks, I got plenty He talkin' real tough like he really about it So we pull on his block with a whole damn semi Bitch, I be running through money, I'm Sonic He said that I'm trash but he copied, ironic Had to leave that lil' white bitch, she want the money I'ma laugh to the bank like that shit was a comic These niggas mad I went up like a comet Your bitch, she givin' me head like a bonnet They be hating on me, they won't get out my comments They keep hating on me, I don't care to be honest These niggas really be lame to me They goofy, they all the same to me I look at these niggas like enemies I just pray that the fame don't get to me You better pray that ho won't get with me My money long, lil' nigga, like limousine Letras de cancionesSpanish bitch, she love that Hennessy I might just put that nigga out his misery A lot of these niggas be jealous 'cause I'm going up, boy, you better come kill me Your niggas speaking on me, I ain't talking a bean but we aim at his kidneys She hit my phone, [?] [?] Not going up, boy, your music is shitty Me and my niggas riding through the city Hanging with a biddie in a helicopter So many bullets, he gon' need a doctor Teach him a lesson, I don't need a proctor Bad ho, she in the kitchen cooking lobsters She the only one who got some options Like a custodian, I'm finna mop shit Hot on the beat, I'm on it just to talk shit I hop on the beat, I'm on it just to tell a nigga how I shoot it like it's NBA Counting the racks up, do it every day That nigga stalking, I know where you stay Hop in a jet, go to a different state Hop in a jet, go to a different city I'm in the bay, I'm balling like I'm Iggy [?] I'm up in Houston, I ain't talking Whitney From Letras Mania