Letra Guap par 30

I got money, i got cars
You a pu**y, you a fraud
Yea, she give it to me raw
Cause i do it for the squad (x2)

Walk in the club im hyphy
Do it for the money and im five feet
Rollie on my wrist is icy
Yea i put my money where my mouth is
Making moves with a tiny budget, from Norway to Boston
I got everybody watching me like my name is Steve Austin
Look at the flick of the wrist, yea
Dont make me give you my fist, yea
I might just f**k on ur b*t*h, yea
And you can’t even do sh*t, yea
Walk in the trap like rollo
Everybody thinking I’m the popo
I think I’m going loco
God damn im in love with the coca (cola)
I ain't really f**king with you hype beast
I do it for the money cause im five feet
All my sh*t pop, call me hi-rez
Dont you mother f**kers wanna fight me
Walk in the trap like a boss
Mindset just like russ
B*t*h yea I came with the sauce
B*t*h yea I came with the sauce
I got money, i got cars
You a pu**y, you a fraud
Yea, she give it to me raw
Cause i do it for the squad

I got money..
I got cars..
You´re a pu**y..
You´re a fraud..

I am a different human being
I'm living life with a newer meaning
I show up turnt as f**k to the meeting
Don't go in public and wear versace
Look at me funny you catching bodies
Think I just spoke to illuminati
I think it's funny how my career
Ain't any different than my hobbies
I gotta do what I'm meant to
Look at the places I been to
Look at the people that's calling me calling me calling me calling me friends too
B*t*h, you know I been at it ever since a little kid
Mom always told me I get what I give, but I'm giving you fire it is what it is
Homie that's life
I’m so independent but I could still use Niykee Heaton for wife
That’s right
I got money, i got cars
You a pu**y, you a fraud
Yea, she give it to me raw
Cause i do it for the squad

I got money..
I got cars..
You´re a pu**y..
You´re a fraud..