Huh? Ha Huh, Huh huh, huh ha
Yeah, yeah
Huh, what? Huh ha
Yeah, yeah
Twenty, twenty thousand
Two, two hundred thousand for this verse
I'll pull up in a f*cking hearse, I'll
I'll pull up
Wait, hit a, hit a nigga where it hurt
Wait, hit 'em, hit em up, yeah
Twin choppers in the cut, yeah
Twin, tw-twin
Twin cocky, in the cut trim
Money in the bag, money just for us, here
Glitter, glitter glam, ma'am
Excuse me, ma'am, huh huh
Ball all summer
Big Balenci' runners, king conqueror
Green tonka, it's a big bean bunker
You can tell I rock Chanel
Dior sauvage, you can't smell what I smell
New garage, Maybach Benz it's going on sale
Brand new broads want to f*ck me and the gang
She with the stars, f*ck this hoe wearing all of my chains
I bussed her down, gave her a fifty, told her leave
I'm running 'round with this Chrome Hearts on my sleeve
Bad bitch rolling my weed, I need my peace, please
Diamonds on fr-freeze, I'm in Miami, Caresha please
Money counter, frr, frr, beep, Brand new Trackhawk Jeep
And I do the dash, I'm going way too fast
Left your ass, in the past, huh
Counting cash, huh, smoking gas, huh
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Huh? Ha Huh, Huh huh, huh ha
Yeah, yeah
Huh, what? Huh ha
Yeah, yeah
Twenty, twenty thousand
Two, two hundred thousand for this verse
I'll pull up in a f*cking hearse, I'll
I'll pull up
Wait, hit a, hit a nigga where it hurt
Wait, hit 'em, hit em up, yeah
Twin choppers in the cut, yeah
Twin, tw-twin
Twin cocky, in the cut trim
Money in the bag, money just for us, here
Glitter, glitter glam, ma'am
Excuse me, ma'am, huh huh
Ball all summer
Big Balenci' runners, king conqueror
Green tonka, it's a big bean bunker
You can tell I rock Chanel
Dior sauvage, you can't smell what I smell
New garage, Maybach Benz it's going on sale
Brand new broads want to f*ck me and the gang
She with the stars, f*ck this hoe wearing all of my chains
I bussed her down, gave her a fifty, told her leave
I'm running 'round with this Chrome Hearts on my sleeve
Bad bitch rolling my weed, I need my peace, please
Diamonds on fr-freeze, I'm in Miami, Caresha please
Money counter, frr, frr, beep, Brand new Trackhawk Jeep
And I do the dash, I'm going way too fast
Left your ass, in the past, huh
Counting cash, huh, smoking gas, huh
Yeah, yeah
Huh, what? Huh ha
Yeah, yeah
Twenty, twenty thousand
Two, two hundred thousand for this verse
I'll pull up in a f*cking hearse, I'll
I'll pull up
Wait, hit a, hit a nigga where it hurt
Wait, hit 'em, hit em up, yeah
Twin choppers in the cut, yeah
Twin, tw-twin
Twin cocky, in the cut trim
Money in the bag, money just for us, here
Glitter, glitter glam, ma'am
Excuse me, ma'am, huh huh
Ball all summer
Big Balenci' runners, king conqueror
Green tonka, it's a big bean bunker
You can tell I rock Chanel
Dior sauvage, you can't smell what I smell
New garage, Maybach Benz it's going on sale
Brand new broads want to f*ck me and the gang
She with the stars, f*ck this hoe wearing all of my chains
I bussed her down, gave her a fifty, told her leave
I'm running 'round with this Chrome Hearts on my sleeve
Bad bitch rolling my weed, I need my peace, please
Diamonds on fr-freeze, I'm in Miami, Caresha please
Money counter, frr, frr, beep, Brand new Trackhawk Jeep
And I do the dash, I'm going way too fast
Left your ass, in the past, huh
Counting cash, huh, smoking gas, huh
Writer: Daniel Pointer, Allan Kulenga
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