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Reece, take 'em to church Yeah, it's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch On a high speed, can't imagine crashing this bitch I'm a Rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist I'm taking tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch I got Audemar for a broken heart, couldn't fix it Imagine if I didn't take them chances, and risk it I'm outside livin, I'm standing on business It's a fan, be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz him (Ayy) Baby bottle filled with Wock grab a Sprite and twist it I'm having mixed emotions, I'm stayin' out my feelings And before it's all said and done, I'ma make a killing Money Man, it's a thousand bags, can you flip it? I'm tryna get these bags off, baby, I can't kick it Should I drop the pack to the A? I'ma risk it If I drop these pounds on you, have my money quickly Lost a load, that shit hurt my stomach, it was sickening Audemar, Pateks, and the prezi's, I be switchin' Black out with the binary, you know this bitch be glitchin' Heard a niggas took your shit and you ain't get no straightin' I should work for J.P. Morgan, baby, I be bankin' TRX a demon, though if not, I'm in a spaceship Letras de cancionesWe don't do no arms or leg shots, we gon' face shit You can't hang around the kid unless you trap or take shit Niggas out here bitchin' and complainin', that's some gay shit It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this bitch I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch I got Audemar for a broken heart, couldn't fix it Imagine if I didn't, take them chances, and risk it I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business It's a fan be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz him Uh, all this money in the world still won't fix it My pain run deeper than a marathon, no endin' These niggas sell they soul for a pint and a image A triple cross always beat the devil, know the difference You know we locked in Money Man in the city, we brought chopsticks Niggas be runnin' out of luck, but this not this Your life runnin' out of time, don't get boxed in I kept the block lit, hardly forget what I forgive Niggas not again, really the voice of the trenches It's not pretend, pockets be tapped, I'm the motion They tappin' in, bitches set to play, leave it to them I'm they rapper friend It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this bitch I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch I got Audemar for a broken heart, couldn't fix it Imagine if I didn't, take them chances, and risk it I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business It's a fan, be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz him From Letras Mania