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Lyrics
Money counter sitting on the table All these bandz on me i'm so grateful This hoe so play so much she so playful Im sippin drank and you know it got a label Could you drive the whip baby i'm not able I'm too high baby i'm not stable Hit his arm now his arm need stables Bitch you know i'm armed cause this shit could get fatal Smoke to much weed i think my brain disabled Pass me the syrup not the one that say maple What the fuck you got on i know im so judgmental I got the munchies everyday man i think i need dental You ridin round in la with a $100 and a rental Bad bitch wanna lay wanna talk sentimental I got moncler on my tshirt so you know i feel special I been flexin for some years man i think i need a metal Ridin round wit dis fuckin pole yeah this metal Remember in da hood on my bike used to pedal Money counter sitting on the table All these bandz on me i'm so grateful This hoe so play so much she so playful Im sippin drank and you know it got a label
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:40
- Key
- 3
- Tempo
- 150 BPM