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Count 200 cash, huh-huh, like it's nothin' Why you so serious? You sweeter than a honey bun Why she so curious, always wanna know what I'm doin' I'm boolin' like a Boston Red Sock, not a Bruen Drive that hot shit in the winter, yeah, I'm so fuckin' cold New watch, new bracelets, new YVL chain on I can't trust a bitch, I'm tryna put my gang on I can't stress this shit, my daddy lawyer was just a fifty Oh, you a Blood now? I swear you was just rollin' Sixes Bitches would laugh at me, the same hoes all in my mentions I'm really rappin', yeah, I gotta get up for these niggas I ain't trippin' 'bout it if it don't make my bank bigger Threw my heart in the river, I got range like a Rover Every time you see me up high, I hate being sober Shawty miss a Balenci, yeah, I'm a four-leaf clover Shawty probably miss me, I'm gettin' ready and I'ma come over Caught a Chrome Heart stroller for my baby No, I ain't goin' for nothin', these niggas ain't crazy Don't want a gangster story made up, huh, say it Think he had shit? Huh, no, my life amazing Now I got chandeliers with tall doors and shit Letras de cancionesForeign cars and one-of-one clothes, you can't order these So many clothes, you would think a nigga hoardin' So many hoes, yeah, my trap rollin' nasty He thought he was that nigga till I pulled up I knew school wasn't for me, huh, so I was trappin' I ain't never had a job, I ain't never clocked up I ain't never clock in, but it's time to lock in Bought so much, but I ain't do no boxing It's a switchiana, I gotta stand on business I can't go, that's on my mama He tried to send them hits Toes down, huh, yeah, you know I stand on ten From Letras Mania