CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : u ain’t in the trap
Counting all these bells, while a n***a casting spells
I'm selling all these pints, not a single soul would tell
Watching money grow on trees, like a fairytale
Met a bad villager, I think she came from gale
I'm selling all these pints, not a single soul would tell
Watching money grow on trees, like a fairytale
Met a bad villager, I think she came from gale