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(We love you, Tecca) Flex on all these bitches, black out on these bitches Racks I count up digits, you never stand on business (Hot) I never ate at Denny's (Hot), I hate to shop at Lenox I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision I know that she gotta be kidding (Yup), I knew that' the route when I hit it (Yup) I knew I was not trippin' (Yeah), I knew I was havin to meet (Yeah) I knew I was gon' be the one (Yeah), I knew I would go to the sun (Yeah) Got racks on my wrist and they crush (Yeah) I step in and makе a hoe blush (Yeah) He said hе want smoke, he a dutch (Hush) She said that she good, she a slut (Yeah, go) D-D-Don't believe it (Yeah, yeah), don't believe it (Yeah, yeah) Start the whip (Yeah, yeah), crank the demon Know I been gone for a while but baby I'm holding it down (Ah) How could you copy the sound when Faygo got so many styles? Okay I been in my lane, I been in my own isle You-you can just give me the bread, I feel like a cash cow (Ah, pow, pow, yeah) Bitch I'm married to the money like I'm Mitch I put 5 band' on your fit My bitch bad and she ain't gotta do no OnlyFans because I'm lit Sometimes I be rocking Rick, sometimes I be rocking Raf Sometimes I be in the mix, most days I be in my bag (Woo, pow, woo) Letras de canciones(Woo, pow) Flex on all these bitches (Yeah), black out on these bitches (Yeah) Racks I count up digits (Yeah), you never stand on business (Hot) I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenux (Hot) I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision (She) I know that she gotta be kidding (Yeah), I knew that' the route when I hit it (Yeah) I knew I was not trippin' (Yeah), I knew I was havin to meet (Yeah) I knew I was gon' be the one (Yeah), I knew I would go to the sun Damn, that boy in here booted (Huh) Damn, she got a big booty (Ha) Kali Uchis, I'mma stuff my face in her coochie (Huh) Pour the lean in kombuchy, I put 12 mans out here fuelling shit (Uh, uh) In Atlanta like Future, got a bad lil' bitch to seduce shit (Uhh) She wanna lick my private parts, I bought a pill, It's a autobot I'm feeling geeked, she get down on her knees I really be out in the mix (Woo), I be at the house by 6 (No) Instead of lying on your dead (Hit), nigga go get my blick (Yuh) Why do these niggas be lying to me? They lying like it's a skit I just went and took a 10, I'm riding in my coupé If you play with Faygo you can die, I'mma shoot (Pow) I don't fuck around, I'm gon' tell the truth Woo (Huh) Woo (Grah) Woo Woo (Pow) Flex on all these bitches (Yeah), black out on these bitches (Yeah) Racks I count up digits (Yeah), you never stand on business (Hot) I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox (Hot) I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision I know that she gotta be kidding (Yeah), I knew that' the route when I hit it (Yeah) I knew I was not trippin' (Yeah), I knew I was havin to meet (Yeah) I knew I was gon' be the one (Yeah), I knew I would go to the sun From Letras Mania