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(Yoo max!) (Exclusive) For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kinda weight I know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen but they known for swappin' plates Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, yeah, we got all kinda tapes Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they outta shape This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly, I know she outta space My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money, I like them type of things She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha) Baby Drac' with a banana clip,Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape Bitch tryna cuff me, tryna have me locked down, but I cannot embrace If you ain't talkin' no money, okay then, bro, get the fuck out my face Just wired a hunnid K to a brand new bank and, no, it was a Chase Imma drown out all these pussy ass niggas, stop playin', know that your life erased Mansory kit and Forgiato wheels, yeah, that's my typa Wraith I need a hunnid motherfuckin' mill' in any typa way My bitch thick as fuck, she ain't missin' no meals, she got a nice lil' shape Just took her to the penthouse, she like, "Damn, you got a nice lil' place" For a second, I though my nigga was in the gym, he movin' all kinda weight Letras de cancionesI know my niggas ain't workin' in no kitchen but they known for swappin' plates Can't hang 'round with no broke ass niggas no more, I be feelin' out of place Every bitch I fuck, we make a movie, yeah, we got all kinda tapes Just fucked, now she want her a bag, I told her, "I'm broke," but, baby, that's not the case I've been runnin' it up, my pockets so fat, them bitches, they outta shape This a rose gold Patek, but you can't find it 'cause I got it out the state This bitch tryna fuck me off of some Molly, I know she outta space My nigga sip like a patient, I told him, "Slow down," he gotta find his pace I let my bitch fuck a bitch while I count up this money, I like them type of things She let me do what I want 'cause she know I'm that nigga, the one she cannot replace (Ha) Baby Drac' with a banana clip, Bape on my jacket but, bitch, I am not a ape From Letras Mania