Squad Goals

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I got guns, hoes, money, dro
 Cars, boats, you should know
 Dogs, bros, squad goals
 Hold up, whoa
 You name it
 Guns, hoes, money, dro
 Cars, boats, you should know
 Dogs, bros, squad goals
 Hold up, whoa
 You name it
 I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to
 God damn I feel good
 Sure that you already know
 One things understood
 Ain't nothin' that can stop my glow
 Mmmm dog gonit
 Can't I just take my time?
 All these clout chasing motherfuckers rushin' all around me I'm like
 Bitch hold your horses
 (Prof you're the best)
 I'm like true I am
 Rosario Dawson know who I am
 If it's cool with you, girl I could move right in
 You do not understand just how cool I am
 Like see, look at me, look at me
 I'm on a beach
 Don't try to holler 'cause I'm out of reach
 I got no service, I'm out on the keys
 A couple woman, my dollars and me
 'Bout to go swimming, thank god I'm a G
 One shot for me
 Un bebidas para ti
 Let's skinny dip in the sea
 You know what I'm saying
 I'd rather do things we remember later
 You know what I mean?
 I got guns, hoes, money, dro
 Cars, boats, you should know
 Dogs, bros, squad goals
 Hold up, whoa
 You name it
 Guns, hoes, money, dro
 Cars, boats, you should know
 Dogs, bros, squad goals
 Hold up, whoa
 You name it
 I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to
 Oooh, seriously, look at myself
 Condom model over here
 Oooh, seriously, look at my flow
 Colder than a polar bear
 Oooh, straight up I'm an awesome person
 Oooh, you ain't ready for this sauce I'm serving
 Oooh, straight up, I'm an awesome person
 Oooh, you ain't ready for the sauuuce
 Young Pookie, your highness
 Gone find the finest vaginas
 From China to Thailand
 Got 'em whinin'
 Why not combine 'em?
 Pardon me, let me chime in
 But there's science behind my conniving
 I'm refined and violent
 Throw the lime in, fine dine the hymen
 Swag, swag (Aaaaaahh)
 I got guns, hoes, money, dro
 Cars, boats, you should know
 Dogs, bros, squad goals
 Hold up, whoa
 You name it
 Guns, hoes, money, dro
 Cars, boats, you should know
 Dogs, bros, squad goals
 Hold up, whoa
 You name it
 I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to
 (Hey)
 Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
 Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
 (Hey)
 Swear to God
 If you could throw it at me then I'll grab it and fuck it up
 (Hey)
 Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
 Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
 (Hey)
 Swear to God
 If you could throw it at me then I'll grab it and fuck it up
 Oooh, how 'bout that drink
 You gonna finish that?
 If your bro talking shit I'm gon' get his ass
 I got two hands that gon' fit his ass
 Knock him out cold, he gon' shit his ass
 Talk on the phones up in Trinidad
 'Bout to make films up on Skinemax
 Oh you just jealous because my bedroom sounds like
 It's a fucking women's tennis match (Aaaaahh)
 I feel good
 (Oooohh-ahhhh)
 I feel good
 (Yeah)
 I feel good
 (Oooohh-ahhhh)
 I feel good
 (Alright, yeah, alright)
 (I feel good)
 I got guns, hoes, money, dro (Feel good)
 Cars, boats (Ooooh I feel good), you should know
 Dogs, bros, squad goals
 Hold up, whoa (Heyyy)
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
2
Tempo
131 BPM

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