CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Dime Bag

I got a dime bag
And got a whole dime piece
Looking a while back
She didn’t know bout me
She getting wild yeah
Said she want go ride me
Watching it fall yeah
Throwing the money around me
I had to get her dior
I’m throwin out average whores
Might start up a cash war
Private jet, on the way, ain’t no passport
I give them bands, f**k what they ask for

But I do not got no time to spend I told her
New chain they saying its cold like minnesota
I might pull up in the new range talkin bout the rover
Gucci bag on me b*t*h, dripping еvery morning
You ain’t had to grind b*t*h, you got no story
You the type to pop out just to post on your story
Imma put thе top down, nothing I do is borin
In miami, spanish mami yeah she on me
Yea yea call me Yung Reece
Right wrist steady with the piece
Bad lil b*t*h she freak
All she wanna talk about is me
Yea yea talking for the streets
New coupe, hoes on me
Got two doors on me
You know you know me