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KenzDean I'm at, I'm at Sueco's, bitch Fast, four hundred on the dash Fifty-five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out at Saks I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens (Hey) Free bro from the can, I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions (Offset) Hit it, I'ma drop the top and show her titties (Hit it) Stars in the ceiling, Wraith black, I'm a villain (Wraith) Fuck it, stack the money up right past a million (Fuck it) Hah, my flow be sick, I need some penicillin (Hah, hah, hah) Get back, shawty tryna fuck me for these racks Hellcat, slide on these niggas, they get whacked (Slide) Better get your bitch, she on the ground tryna act (Act me) Caught her in the lost and found fuckin' for a rack, ayy What the deal is? (Huh) Don't care what the bill is (Bills) And I take care all my gang in the village (Gang) I got real rich (Rich), pop the seal quick (Drank) Board a jet, I done took your bitch on field trips (Hey) Fast, four hundred on the dash Letras de cancionesFifty-five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out at Saks I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens Free bro from the can, I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions You at Sueco's, get with the program Light-skin bitch off that Lindsay Lohan She off the dust, she off the Hilary Duff Baby, I ain't tryna cuff, ho, I'm just tryna bust Wait, hold up, you gotta play with my nuts Hmm, I'ma make a beat out your butt Hmm, 007, James Bond Double Oreo stuffed, double up my funds She a vixen on the cam, so I grab my iPhone She dumb with the head, got me doin' an eye roll She bad on film, gotta check out her B-roll Put my D in her V, got her singin' a C note Fast, four hundred on the dash Fifty-five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag I don't really like to brag Vetements socks when I'm steppin' out at Saks I'ma hit it in the morning 'cause I'm whiskey dickin' Got my brother out in Cashville flippin' chickens Free bro from the can, I ain't talkin' whippits Bitch, I make beats and bad decisions Oh, word? Yeah, that's big facts Three different mansions, ain't no tellin' where I live at Bloody red Lamborghini got me screamin' brrat And a nasty Richard Mille that be sittin' where my wrist at We gon' slide out I could fly your bitch out the country without you findin' out Said she wanna be on the team, I let her try out (Yeah) She ain't gettin' dick, so she playin' with her punani now Yeah, she ain't gettin' dick, so she playin' with her punani now My chain is lookin' ocky, it's water like a tsunami now They told me not to tote on that .40, but shit be wocky now They told me not to tote on that .40, but it's impossible 'Cause niggas, they be hatin', they on me so I keep a Glock or two I'm at, I'm at Sueco's, bitch From Letras Mania