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    Whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa, whoa
    Whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa

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    From out the streets, became a millionaire
    I know niggas started in the trap, and they still there
    'Member I was robbin', I bought jewelry and I still wear it
    Came a long way with all my niggas, and they still here
    My big bro behind bars, for like two hundred years
    I got that call, I lost my dawg, and I don't know how to feel
    Gotta stay on savage time, you know it's war time
    I remember I ain't used to leave the house without my .45
    I ain't got no time
    'Member Papi had the Mackie at the stop sign
    Shit was too, too real
    I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, nigga, you knew the deal
    That's why I moved to the Hills, and I'm new to it
    'Cause I ain't sure when my dawg had to make the news reel
    Got promethazine in my eyes, I'm cryin' purple tears
    The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still
    Uh, and that's why I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort
    That's why I got the four by four
    I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store
    Hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to Rollies
    These hoes didn't know a nigga, now she claim she know me
    I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah
    I get the low on the bag, I'm fuckin' up yams
    I go get the birdie, birdie, nigga, I need some hens
    Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends
    Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes
    I been countin' millions every time I board
    Spend your whole budget in the designer store
    Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore
    Bad bitch give me ya-ya in an Aventador
    Bad bitch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck
    Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
    I'm boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside this suitcase
    Put my dick inside her mouth like it's Crest toothpaste
    Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh
    Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh
    Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed
    I need some bread, been trappin' for two days
    If he rockin' with the opps, we gotta wet the block
    Got my Glock in the Dior, but I got on Gucci socks
    Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave
    Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga

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    Composición: Roddy Ricch

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