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[Verse 1]
Yeah, ay
Sauce
[Verse 2]
I just pulled up in L.A. wearing off-white
I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right
Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in a bag like
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I see that brand new Benz from a distance
I don't know you, we not friends, keep your distance
I don't really fuck with them, they be tripping
Keep a .38 inside my Scottie Pippens
[Verse 4]
Ooh, drinking that lean like it's coffee
Ooh, I feel like nothing can stop me
Ooh, all these thoties they be sloppy
Wanna run up on me, hit 'em like Rocky
[Verse 5]
Damn, now Im' feeling like Chris
Aye, diamonds dancing on my wrist
Aye, diamonds dancing like Rhianna
Cooling with Chapo, I'll see you mañana
Trapping inside the cabana, Tony Montana
Flipping that work for the product
I just want all the money, fuck up some commas
I got no time for no drama
Cooling with Mongo, we making a movie
Your mamma probably somewhere in the Bahamas
[Verse 6]
I just pulled up in L.A. wearing off-white
I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right
Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in a bag like
[Verse 7]
They don't wanna see me shine, 'cause my light bright
Wake up in the morning, high like a damn kite
If we beef, no politicking, homes, it's on sight
I just wanna fuck you, baby, why you wanna fight?
[Verse 8]
I just copped a P, band's about to take flight
See me with the hands, I'm posted up all night
Coming live from the five, twelve years strong
Honeycomb purp, bottom of my big bong
[Verse 9]
You don't wanna play chicken, I got big balls
Ten toes down, big boss, stand tall
I've been cooking so hard, sauce on the wall
I'm making hits, that's your bitch 'bout to risk it all
[Verse 10]
What's the move? Hit me up, I stay on call
In shining shoes, dressing' up like I'm about to ball
Making plays, silky smooth, John fucking Wall
They so faking, I'm so true, I'm tryin' to tell y'all
[Verse 11]
Get it how you live it, make sure you just don't fall
It's all about the digits, get it then I make a call
I just wanna be rich and buy the fuckin' mall
I got runnel vision like I'm walking in a hall
[Verse 12]
I-I just pulled up in L.A. wearing off-white
I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right
Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in a bag like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Daniel D McMannis, Darius Demetrius Morris
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