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Letra : Great White
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah
My n***as hoopin', I tell 'em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f**k it, it ain't like these b*t*hes gon' pay me
I'm rich as sh*t and watch these b*t*hes gon' save me
My wrist, it glisten, that b*t*h cost a Mercedes
My n***as listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil' n***as in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f**k you to a fast bеat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All thesе lil' b*t*hes wanna talk about they have me
Everybody from the f**kin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf**kin' athlete
Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me
Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do
Who says the lil' n***a wanna act cool
Triple S, Double G’d up through the hat too
And you know the sweater costs a rack too
Boy I ain't with talkin', I might f**k around and smack you
Catch a n***a walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you
Heard that n***a stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you
Zip up that boy, then we out
All these n***as wanna die for the clout, I don't know what that sh*t be about
I'm like, yeah, yeah
On my way to L.A. in the clouds [?] b*t*h, I ain't left the town
I'm like no, no
Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
So I'm smoking sh*t straight out the pound
I'm like, yeah, yeah
All my big homies proud, I'm like, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My n***as hoopin', I tell 'em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f**k it, it ain't like these b*t*hes gon' pay me
I'm rich as sh*t and watch these b*t*hes gon' save me
My wrist, it glisten, that b*t*h cost a Mercedes
My n***as listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil' n***as in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f**k you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All these lil' b*t*hes wanna about they have me
Everybody from the f**kin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf**kin' athlete
Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me
Ooh
Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah
My n***as hoopin', I tell 'em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f**k it, it ain't like these b*t*hes gon' pay me
I'm rich as sh*t and watch these b*t*hes gon' save me
My wrist, it glisten, that b*t*h cost a Mercedes
My n***as listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil' n***as in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f**k you to a fast bеat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All thesе lil' b*t*hes wanna talk about they have me
Everybody from the f**kin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf**kin' athlete
Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me
Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do
Who says the lil' n***a wanna act cool
Triple S, Double G’d up through the hat too
And you know the sweater costs a rack too
Boy I ain't with talkin', I might f**k around and smack you
Catch a n***a walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you
Heard that n***a stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you
Zip up that boy, then we out
All these n***as wanna die for the clout, I don't know what that sh*t be about
I'm like, yeah, yeah
On my way to L.A. in the clouds [?] b*t*h, I ain't left the town
I'm like no, no
Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
So I'm smoking sh*t straight out the pound
I'm like, yeah, yeah
All my big homies proud, I'm like, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My n***as hoopin', I tell 'em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f**k it, it ain't like these b*t*hes gon' pay me
I'm rich as sh*t and watch these b*t*hes gon' save me
My wrist, it glisten, that b*t*h cost a Mercedes
My n***as listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil' n***as in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f**k you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All these lil' b*t*hes wanna about they have me
Everybody from the f**kin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf**kin' athlete
Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me
