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Huh, huh, huh Yeah, yeah (Haha, what the f—?) Huh, huh, huh, huh (Oh, it's Holiday season) Huh, huh, huh Yeah, yeah (Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, huh, huh (We working, you're watching) Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh (Holiday season, ayy) Fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but wе both know what's best Boy, you need to make somethin' happеn, the paper ain't makin' itself I got some bad ass habits, but I'm gettin' fat ass checks, huh "ian, you're cashin' out," bitch, we done established that No, we is not friends at all, soon as I get to that bag, I'm out, huh Who was you laughin' at? Huh, and who is it laughin' now? Huh, how can I go back to that? Fuck it, I'm movin' past it all Uh, I ain't drivin' your average car, buddy, this is an Aston Martin Damn, I'on feel like I'm askin' much, baby, I need you to hear me, uh Finna chase this bag so hard, might fuck around, pull my hammy Letras de cancionesI'm finna hold my head up high, but how long can I manage? Uh, and I'ma keep prayin' to God 'cause I got nothin' else Uh, I'm hopin' you stayin' the night 'cause we got somethin' special Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh Fa-fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V Fast money, stupid shit, the Devil tryna get through to me, huh Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best From Letras Mania