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[00:01.91]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:06.92]Yeah, yeah, mhm, mhm
[00:10.63]That be Maaly Raw
[00:11.92]Uh, I smoke like a rasta in mi casa eatin' pasta
[00:16.10]Say somethin' 'bout this shotta then lil' brodie headshot him
[00:19.08]I spent twenty-five hundred on some new Rick Owens garments
[00:22.74]Don't you hit me 'bout no budget 'cause this shit ain't up for bargain
[00:26.10]Uh, I'm so, I'm so high, I feel like Marvin the mother****ing martian
[00:31.01]I got your bitch off a Xan', uh
[00:33.01]She wanna **** my mans (Yeah
[00:34.63]I'm tryna **** up the plan, u
[00:36.24]Diamonds, they cover my hand
[00:37.91]I'm movin' the four-by-four
[00:39.35]I'm pouring the two by the four
[00:40.83]It's a gamble with life, gotta roll (Let's go)
[00:42.26]Tryna see all my niggas get on
[00:43.79]With my brother, he right or he wrong
[00:45.48]Better watch how you talk with that tone
[00:47.02]Smack you down, put the fire to his dome
[00:48.77]Murakami, I live on my own
[00:50.32]Big racks falling out my pants, I can't walk right
[00:53.10]Bitch talk comin' out your mouth, boy, you can't talk righ
[00:56.49]All these hatin'-ass niggas watching like it's Blu-Ray
[00:59.48]Make me put some mother****ing money on your toupe
[01:02.59]Simon says, "Get this ****ing money, **** what you say
[01:05.69]Told lil' shawty wipe me down like Lil' Boosie
[01:09.11]She said she don't know me, but she love all my music
[01:12.02]Girl, you can come hug me, but don't get no confusion (Woo)
[01:15.19]You can give me hugs, girl, you don't get no confusion
[01:18.27]And I got this bitch going up on a Tuesda
[01:21.38]Shawty probably drunk too much now she woozy
[01:24.70]Choosey, throwin' all this money, look like looseleaf
[01:27.98]Uh, I smoke like a rasta in mi casa eatin' pasta
[01:31.39]Say somethin' 'bout this shotta then lil' brodie headshot him
[01:34.69]I spent twenty-five hundred on some new Rick Owens garments
[01:38.15]Don't you hit me 'bout no budget 'cause this shit ain't up for bargain
[01:41.40]I keep it three-hundred with my niggas, we not spartans
[01:44.34]And I'm fresh to death like I just hopped up out the coffin, uh
[01:47.35]Pulled up in a Ghost, no doors like it's haunted, uh
[01:50.64]I could make your bitch touch her toes if I wante
[01:53.08]Woah, wait, wait, wait (Let's go)
[01:55.10]Wait, wait, shake, wait (Let's go)
[01:56.22]Woah, wait, shake, wait (Let's go)
[01:57.81]Woah, shake (Ah, let's go, let's go, oh)
[02:06.02]Big bank, uh, take your little bank, uh, yeah
[02:09.13]Big bank, uh, take your little bank, uh
[02:12.65]Big bank, uh, take your little bank, uh

文本歌词

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, mhm, mhm
That be Maaly Raw
Uh, I smoke like a rasta in mi casa eatin' pasta
Say somethin' 'bout this shotta then lil' brodie headshot him
I spent twenty-five hundred on some new Rick Owens garments
Don't you hit me 'bout no budget 'cause this shit ain't up for bargain
Uh, I'm so, I'm so high, I feel like Marvin the mother****ing martian
I got your bitch off a Xan', uh
She wanna **** my mans (Yeah
I'm tryna **** up the plan, u
Diamonds, they cover my hand
I'm movin' the four-by-four
I'm pouring the two by the four
It's a gamble with life, gotta roll (Let's go)
Tryna see all my niggas get on
With my brother, he right or he wrong
Better watch how you talk with that tone
Smack you down, put the fire to his dome
Murakami, I live on my own
Big racks falling out my pants, I can't walk right
Bitch talk comin' out your mouth, boy, you can't talk righ
All these hatin'-ass niggas watching like it's Blu-Ray
Make me put some mother****ing money on your toupe
Simon says, "Get this ****ing money, **** what you say
Told lil' shawty wipe me down like Lil' Boosie
She said she don't know me, but she love all my music
Girl, you can come hug me, but don't get no confusion (Woo)
You can give me hugs, girl, you don't get no confusion
And I got this bitch going up on a Tuesda
Shawty probably drunk too much now she woozy
Choosey, throwin' all this money, look like looseleaf
Uh, I smoke like a rasta in mi casa eatin' pasta
Say somethin' 'bout this shotta then lil' brodie headshot him
I spent twenty-five hundred on some new Rick Owens garments
Don't you hit me 'bout no budget 'cause this shit ain't up for bargain
I keep it three-hundred with my niggas, we not spartans
And I'm fresh to death like I just hopped up out the coffin, uh
Pulled up in a Ghost, no doors like it's haunted, uh
I could make your bitch touch her toes if I wante
Woah, wait, wait, wait (Let's go)
Wait, wait, shake, wait (Let's go)
Woah, wait, shake, wait (Let's go)
Woah, shake (Ah, let's go, let's go, oh)
Big bank, uh, take your little bank, uh, yeah
Big bank, uh, take your little bank, uh
Big bank, uh, take your little bank, uh