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Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm only like twenty years old, but I seen a million and too many hoes Uh, I done spend a lot on drugs and I spend a lot on designer clothes Uh, I can't put my trust in that guy 'cause I know all of these niggas gon' fold Uh, lil' nigga, know you not that guy, I know a young nigga come through with a roll Yeah, I'm getting like so much cash, I'm getting like so much cash, ain't sold my soul And this bitch got so much ass, this bitch got so much ass, it drag on the floor I let my chain swing, yeah, my chain swing and it's touching the floor I'm on a private jet, I'm finna touch down in Brazil to rock out a show I got a private text from this lil' private bitch, she wanna do private shit I'm on my private plane, I'm counting up racks and I'm getting fly, lil' bitch Uh, I stay getting paid, I stay in the stores, I stay buying all the shit Uh, no I didn’t wanna hoop, no I wasn’t on no court, but I been a lil’ baller, bitch Uh, I'm telling the hoes if I pour 'em up they better drink all this shit Yeah, when we in the spot, keep cash on the sticks, and we having all the sticks Talking about mo'fuckin' paper, I'm getting all of it Uh, yeah, I don't got time for a hater, I can't even see these niggas Uh, this bitch was 2D, I paid for her ass and now that shit 3D, nigga Just me and my 43, talkin 'bout my glick, I ride around two deep, nigga Uh, but I can't get too deep, nigga Uh, 'cause I don't even trust these niggas Uh, and I don't even trust these hoes Huh, they just tryna blow my figures Uh, let's take the whole team up Letras de cancionesUh, let's go pour the whole pint up Uh, my neck so froze right there Uh, I look like a iPod skin I'm only like twenty years old, but I seen a million and too many hoes Uh, I done spend a lot on drugs and I spend a lot on designer clothes Uh, I can't put my trust in that guy 'cause I know all of these niggas gon' fold Uh, lil' nigga, know you not that guy, I know a young nigga come through with a roll Yeah, I'm getting like so much cash, I'm getting like so much cash, ain't sold my soul And this bitch got so much ass, this bitch got so much ass, it drag on the floor I let my chain swing, yeah, my chain swing and it's touching the floor I'm on a private jet, I'm finna touch down in Brazil to rock out a show I'm in a brand new whip, this bitch got suicide doors, go grab the rope I caught a brand new bitch, she tryna go back and forth, I tell her, " Let's go" When I rock a brand new chain, shit is a tennis chain, we don't do the ropes When I rock a brand new stage, my friends they go insane, you already know Yeah, yeah, I'm hitting this ho, uh, yeah, and I'm grabbing her throat Yeah, I'm staying inside, I'm stuck in the crib up in my room I'm still screaming free my guys, they done sent my lil' boy down the road All these lil' niggas live in disguise, yeah, the real them, they don't show I'm only like twenty years old, but I seen a million and too many hoes Uh, I done spend a lot on drugs and I spend a lot on designer clothes Uh, I can't put my trust in that guy 'cause I know all of these niggas gon' fold Uh, lil' nigga, know you not that guy, I know a young nigga come through with a roll Yeah, I'm getting like so much cash, I'm getting like so much cash, ain't sold my soul And this bitch got so much ass, this bitch got so much ass, it drag on the floor I let my chain swing, yeah, my chain swing and it's touching the floor I'm on a private jet, I'm finna touch down in Brazil to rock out a show From Letras Mania