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I just pulled out my money countin' I just counted twenty thousand I might still rock bally on em' She wanna fuck in this rousey Don't kick Ronda Rousey All I know is this car came without no mileage All I know this one got too much mileage I'm under pressure fighting She actin' slow, you redundant Lacks the bank, it's funny Gotta make tell, like damn you're in there how you did you act like this She said my chain be calling like vicks Call out the hoe, that bitch wearin' ricks I just counted up 50 racks all on me I can agree I think I'd see that again She always leaving a nigga When he fuck up I ain't think I'd see that again Xanx just wore off And I'm like OK I'm sad again Things been good for a minute I don't know why she acting bad again I'm getting mad again She want to grab on me in the mode Letras de cancionesI'm bringing bank again She get to grabbing on me and she moaning Money came in and you know it Buzzin again, niggas switched up And I been knowing When I see him I'm blowing at him I don't fuck with no bloods I don't fuck with nobody Aye, you can tell I'm bubbling in my seat Respecting them niggas That's what you got to do Aye I'm the king of this shit I just pulled out my money countin' I just counted twenty thousand I might still rock bally on em' She wanna fuck in this rousey Don't kick Ronda Rousey All I know is this car came without no mileage All I know this one got too much mileage I'm under pressure fighting She actin' slow, you redundant Lacks the bank, it's funny Gotta make tell, like damn you're in there how you did you act like this She said my chain be calling like vicks Call out the hoe, that bitch wearin' ricks From Letras Mania