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I was born in 2000, nigga Came from public housin', nigga Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', nigga No you gon' rat, he ain't gon' keep it silent, nigga Throw outside he gon' go tweet about it, nigga Racks on racks, yeah, I got that money pilin', nigga I knew Batman before I seen Cyrus, nigga Oh, you on protein, I'm on a lean diet, nigga You can't tell me about these drugs if you ain't try it, nigga Can't complain 'bout that weed if you ain't buy it, nigga Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo YVL, young vamp life, I got a vamp hoe Told that bitch I'm from 2000 she said she from '94 Yeah, yeah, I'm a young, nigga but my pockets old Never lift the weights in my life but my pockets swoll Oh, you wanna fade, fade away now your life gone Shawty need a raise, I'm a tip her for the blow job Get the fuck out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars When I made my first million I instantly got a million problems Oh, you in your feelings, now you hatin' on a, nigga, huh? Can't rush mine can't go back and forth with no fuckin' bum Wastin' our time I swear this shit don't do me none Met her online I'm tryin' to see what she gon' do for son Compliment my chain, she told me to add links, just give me one Compliment her how I told her I have the same condo Letras de canciones Me and my bitch on the same shit, we compliment each other I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this bitch with my brothers I pop pills, don't do cocaine I'm not nose stuffer Pussy, nigga talkin' shit bitch need a muzzle I put that shit together my outfit a puzzle She got on mink boots, I got on her body My team can't play touchdown, won't need a huddle Can't lay up after we fuck, I don't want to cuddle Nigga ain't havin' that much my money stretch from Georgia to Cali Model bitch said she a ten, I sent that hoe to Bali Free Homixide Mali they need to free all the reals How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him? Hollywood bitch, yeah, she look like Kim Ain't gotta say no names, no nigga, no one fuck with them Told that hoe you trippin', just be five, I'm a come trim He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim From Letras Mania