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Yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, uh, yeah I spent a lil' bag on you (On you), this ain't the usual (Yeah) Yeah, truth be told, I'm in between moving on And holding onto something, babe, yeah (Yeah) Holding onto something, babe (Yeah, uh, yeah) Pull up, fuck a bag up, bae (Bae) I smoke, like, an ounce a day (Day) She pull up, I'm out the way If I don't get rich, I might go cray My life sharp, I'm Michael Bay I just don't show her everything It's like there's never enough to say It's like there's never enough in the bank (Bank) I fucked all my bands up (Bands up) Bro got caught, he jammed up (Jammed up) She said she ate kids, she so freaky, tied my hands up I brought my check up, bitch down in a rut (Rut) Gettin' out my head all it (Took) One night all it took, she hooked (Hooked) Two hunnid K, I sum it up (Yeah) It's like I'll never make enough, I could fill the bank up (Bank up) Letras de cancionesI might sign a deal so I could buy a fuckin' tank, yeah Too much in the tank, yeah I'ma do this 'til I faint, yeah (Whoa) Got a bad bitch filling my Reels (Reels) Two hundred bands ain't no deal (Oh) My bitch ain't missing no meals (Yeah) SUV, chrome on the trim (Trim) Might go to New York on a whim, for real (Uh) Come back in Chrome Heart Timbs The way that I'm living is carpe diem (Yeah) You and me and a blunt is a threesome (Yeah) Told my Mama when I was younger, "I'd be somethin'" (Yeah) I run up too much, you can't keep up (Go) I spent a lil' bag on you (On you), this ain't the usual (Yeah) Yeah, truth be told, I'm in between moving on, and Holding onto something, babe, yeah (Yeah) Holding onto something, babe (Yeah, uh, yeah) I'm goin' harder, I don't know how to sit still Been a few years, they don't know how I'm lit still If you see me signing, just know it's a big deal To get to my door, you gotta run up a big hill Like that, she still find a way to bitch here I've been broke a few times, I know how this shit feel My dollars taller than me on a big hill Shoppin' for woods, I need five like the [?] (Yeah) Pink slip, blue money, purple weed, baby Austin–Burbank drive her crazy Fir on the slippers, I look like an old lady All Raf Simons, I flew in from Croatia Uh, anything is worth it, bae (Sometimes it feel perfect, bae) I don't know what to think I don't know what to think I spent a lil' bag on you (Yeah), this ain't the usual Yeah, truth be told, I don't give a fuck no more (No more) But you're still holding onto something, babe, yeah Holding onto something, babe, yeah, uh, yeah From Letras Mania