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    Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
    Yeah, Nick just passed me the beat, I'ma kill it
    Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
    Internet Money, bitch (Yeah), yeah

    When I'm gone
    Please don't tell me that you love and you miss a nigga
    Don't play my songs
    'Cause when I'm around, you didn't fuck with a nigga
    And I know I'm wrong
    I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
    You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
    Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga

    Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
    Bad little light skin, J. Lo
    I need a drink, Faygo
    And I know she wan' fuck, she won't say no
    And I really want her, but she play, though
    And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
    I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say, though
    Say though, say though, say though

    Bitch, I got bands, I know they plottin' on me, yeah
    She need me like a drug, but she think she'd OD, yeah
    Lil' baby, I fuck with you
    I hope that I don't fall in love with you
    And if that happen then I'm dubbin' you
    'Cause I cannot fuck with the cuffin' too, yeah-yeah

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    When I'm gone
    Please don't tell me that you love and you miss a nigga
    Don't play my songs
    'Cause when I'm around, you didn't fuck with a nigga
    And I know I'm wrong
    I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
    You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
    Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga

    Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
    Bad little light skin, J. Lo
    I need a drink, Faygo
    And I know she wan' fuck, she won't say no
    And I really want her, but she play, though
    And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
    I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say, though
    Say though, say though, say though

    Hate me in public and love me in private
    One day I'ma be on an island
    One day I'ma own a island
    That shawty a ho, she wildin'
    I'm Tecca Romani, bitch
    I got the drip, don't need a stylist
    I walk in the spot
    See like ten bad hoes, who the wildest?

    You know what I is, bitch, you want me? Yeah
    Bitches used to call me ugly, yeah
    I turned to Tecca, I got money, yeah
    You stupid or stupid? You dummy, yeah
    I got to keep it a hundred, yeah
    Keep it a hundred, yeah
    Keep it a hundred, yeah
    No less than a hundred, yeah

    I can't take vacations
    Vacations
    They say "Tec', you made it"
    Don't say congratulations
    Support me now but you late, yeah
    'Member niggas used to hate, yeah
    Niggas always gon' hate, yeah
    Niggas always gon' hate, yeah

    When I'm gone
    Please don't tell me that you love and you miss a nigga
    Don't play my songs
    'Cause when I'm around, you didn't fuck with a nigga
    And I know I'm wrong
    I got two twin Glocks, go and gon' get a nigga
    You love her but I get her wetter, nigga
    Bitch, I'm Tecca, I know I'm the better nigga

    Yeah, lay low, I got to pour up some legal
    Bad little light skin, J. Lo
    I need a drink, Faygo
    And I know she wan' fuck, she won't say no
    And I really want her, but she play, though
    And she bendin' her body like Play-Doh
    I know they gon' hate, I don't care what they say, though
    Say though, say though, say though

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    Composición: Nick Mira y Lil Tecca

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