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[Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 1] She said that she fuck with the new me I fuck that bitch in my coupe You stupid you kissing that groupie Pouring the four, with a doobie I was riding through the six I got a trunk full of bricks I got a robber no Chris Flexing hard take a pic Fucking your bitch and I smash Look at my rollie, like cash I'm walking around with a bag My foreign ain't got paper tags Got a pool like I'm Drake Got a mansion on a lake Rich nigga, eatin steak Chasin' money always late Look at the time on the watch I fuck it you eating the box I could go [?] before a drop Fuck it, I'm losing the top Fuck it, I'm doing the dab on 'em Hollywood on a 100 I’m a juug servin' dummy I'm a fiend for that money [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 2] You just be talking the trap I hit a bitch like a bat Fuck it you eating the cat Rich forever on the map I put them rings on my fingers Birds sing like singer I got them fly like John Cena I used to trap out the beeper Fucking that bitch from the back She give me top like a hat Sticking my dick in yo cat My Bloods, they bagging like blaat I might off with your sack I'm taken they know me for that Walking with too many racks Old money like a cadillac I did a show in Bermuda She riding the dick like a scooter Pop a molly I'm a Buddha Money trouble, scary, Freddy Kreuger I be running through the money Always prayers like Easter Sunday I was broke, jug the hunnid Money bought me what I wanted [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I would do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it

 

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[Hook] Lopen met die rollie kost een vijftig Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Toen maakte ik, weet dat ze het haten zei dat ik het niet zou doen I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Lopen met die rollie kost een vijftig Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 1] She said that she fuck with the new me I fuck that bitch in my coupe You stupid you kissing that groupie Pouring the four, with a doobie I was riding through the six I got a trunk full of bricks I got a robber no Chris Flexing hard take a pic Fucking your bitch and I smash Look at my rollie, like cash I'm walking around with a bag My foreign ain't got paper tags Got a pool like I'm Drake Got a mansion on a lake Rich nigga, eatin steak Chasin' money always late Kijk naar de tijd op het horloge I fuck it you eating the box Ik zou kunnen gaan [?] voor een druppel Fuck it, I'm losing the top Fuck it, I'm doing the dab on 'em Hollywood op een 100 I'm a juug servin' dummy I'm a fiend for that money [Hook] Wandelen met die rollie kost een vijftig Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Toen maakte ik, weet dat ze het haten zei dat ik het zou doen I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it [Verse 2] You just be talking the trap I hit a bitch like a bat Fuck it you eating the cat Rich forever on the map I put them rings on my fingers Birds sing like singer Ik heb ze laten vliegen als John Cena Ik gebruikte om de pieper uit te zetten Fucking that bitch from the back Ze gaf me top als een hoed Sticking my dick in yo cat My Bloods, they bagging like blaat I might off with your sack I'm taken they know me for that Walking with too many racks Oud geld als een Cadillac Ik deed een show in Bermuda She riding the dick like a scooter Pop a molly I'm a Buddha Geldproblemen, eng, Freddy Kreuger I be running through the money Always prayers like Easter Sunday I was broke, jug the hunnid Money bought me what I wanted [Hook] Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me, I got millys Then I made, know they hate it said I wouldn't do it I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it Walking with that rollie cost a fifty Bitches want to fuck me I got millys Toen maakte ik, weet dat ze het haten zei dat ik het zou doen I trap that pack I got that sack and now I'm running threw it