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I can make money fro— I can make money fro— I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (Yeah, ho) So much drive (Yeah), so much drive (Yeah) So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo’ ass) (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass) I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (Sofa) So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (Chauffeur) One day I’ll be big, but I know I'm gettin' closer (Closer) Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra The wo—, the world in my hands 'cause I took it off ya' shoulders (Shoulders) Marni on my fit, you know I got this shit from Lower (Lower) I'm balling like Mike when you see him on the poster Like Yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woo) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho (Fuck you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ain’t shit changed but the number on my front door (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) Letras de cancionesGot a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for? Ain't no beatin' me, I’m blessed in life Money, dick, and dollar signs Know you ain't gon' say it Blow your top, let's see what's on your mind Ex nigga, let him go 'cause how you broke like every time? Fifty on my chest, I got like forty on my panty-line If he said I did him dirty, sorry, but I needed mine Ain't doin' crimes, he gon' do it for me 'cause I'm super fine Aunt Jemine, cookin' bitches up, I'm eatin' every time Get on your grind, you bitches couldn't see me if you all combined (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, huh, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for? Fuck a new chain, I got a new house Oh, that's your boo thang? She need a new mouth I flash the gold fangs, that's just my root canal Every time I get dressed, I gotta move my bowels (Shit on niggas) No kizzy, ain't feelin' them niggas My bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla Walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters I flip a lil' milli', I copped me a villa Diamonds is silly, more ice than Vanilla Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta Walk in my section, you need an umbrella Got this shit lit and we never gon' let up (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woo) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) Fuck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho (Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for? From Letras Mania