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von MoneyMarr
Check Drop Songtext
I got 20 on my beat
Designs on my cars and my clothes I′m gon' fix it
The block gettin′ hot think the narcs 'bout to hit it
I'm working too hard making my own decisions
Got 400 bottles and 41 bitches
Stepping in Dior, the finest I′m drippin′
I got ice on my Ice got a young nigga chillin'
This wrist holds 41 fortunes and millions
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Mclaren and G-Wagon think I want both of ′em
AP the cartier, bitch I want the both of 'em
Bitch-ass opp nigga, I got control of him
No I ain′t fuckin' with thot hoes you love ′em
I don't start none of my problems but know how to fix it all
Know we up next, I can't wait ′til we get to ball
Treat pounds just like a bug and get it all
She see the Rollie now, she wants to risk it all
1942 sippin′
She try get some gold and then get a little tipsy
I bake this cake, crispy
Pour up a lot smoke exotic my lungs getting misty
Blue hundred benji's nipsey
Bitch, I walk around with the stick like I′m working for Disney
Streets get busy
Spin the block dizzy
Stick on my hip, call me hippie
Drink all that Henny, get smacked with the whiskey
Dick in her guts and I do that shit quickly
She keep calling my phone got me thinking she sickly
When my niggas slide, they do that shit swiftly
Drac' hit his stomach got him Taylor Swiftin′
Bank account healthy ain't shit that I′m missing
Streets fucked up niggas really be trippin'
Sent all them shot ain't hit shot but them bitches
Stupid ass better off stuck in a mansion
How you aim at the opp but you hit at the witness?
It′s okay we gon′ slime through you block like lizards
Summer league droppin' them shots like Fisher
Drink in my lap from Atlanta official
Round of applause graduated from pistols
First name, "Bust down", last name, "Missle"
Chop get to rigging early dismissal
Designs on my cars and my clothes I′m gon' fix it
The block gettin′ hot think the narcs 'bout to hit it
I′m working too hard making my own decisions
Got 400 bottles and 41 bitches
Stepping in Dior, the finest I'm drippin'
I got ice on my Ice got a young nigga chillin′
This wrist holds 41 fortunes and millions
Check drop
Designs on my cars and my clothes I′m gon' fix it
The block gettin′ hot think the narcs 'bout to hit it
I'm working too hard making my own decisions
Got 400 bottles and 41 bitches
Stepping in Dior, the finest I′m drippin′
I got ice on my Ice got a young nigga chillin'
This wrist holds 41 fortunes and millions
Check drop
Mclaren and G-Wagon think I want both of ′em
AP the cartier, bitch I want the both of 'em
Bitch-ass opp nigga, I got control of him
No I ain′t fuckin' with thot hoes you love ′em
I don't start none of my problems but know how to fix it all
Know we up next, I can't wait ′til we get to ball
Treat pounds just like a bug and get it all
She see the Rollie now, she wants to risk it all
1942 sippin′
She try get some gold and then get a little tipsy
I bake this cake, crispy
Pour up a lot smoke exotic my lungs getting misty
Blue hundred benji's nipsey
Bitch, I walk around with the stick like I′m working for Disney
Streets get busy
Spin the block dizzy
Stick on my hip, call me hippie
Drink all that Henny, get smacked with the whiskey
Dick in her guts and I do that shit quickly
She keep calling my phone got me thinking she sickly
When my niggas slide, they do that shit swiftly
Drac' hit his stomach got him Taylor Swiftin′
Bank account healthy ain't shit that I′m missing
Streets fucked up niggas really be trippin'
Sent all them shot ain't hit shot but them bitches
Stupid ass better off stuck in a mansion
How you aim at the opp but you hit at the witness?
It′s okay we gon′ slime through you block like lizards
Summer league droppin' them shots like Fisher
Drink in my lap from Atlanta official
Round of applause graduated from pistols
First name, "Bust down", last name, "Missle"
Chop get to rigging early dismissal
Designs on my cars and my clothes I′m gon' fix it
The block gettin′ hot think the narcs 'bout to hit it
I′m working too hard making my own decisions
Got 400 bottles and 41 bitches
Stepping in Dior, the finest I'm drippin'
I got ice on my Ice got a young nigga chillin′
This wrist holds 41 fortunes and millions
Check drop
Writer(s): Moneymarr, Antwain Fox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
