Ummmmm hmmmm… yeah… hmmmm yeahhh…
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HOOK (Polished)
Money too long, clip too long—limousine, limousine, limousine.
Drank too muddy, Sprite too bubbly—methezine, methezine, methezine.
Chain too frosty, sauce too godly—super clean, super clean, super clean.
Gucci, Fendi, Prada—ouuu I gotta lotta… ouuu wiii, ouuu wiii.
(Hook repeat)
Money too long, clip too long—limousine, limousine, limousine.
Drank too muddy, Sprite too bubbly—methezine, methezine, methezine.
Chain too frosty, sauce too godly—super clean, super clean, super clean.
Gucci, Fendi, Prada—ouuu I gotta lotta… ouuu wiii, ouuu wiii.
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Verse 1 (Polished)
Gucci, Fendi, Prada—yeah, I gotta lotta-lotta.
Countin’ up that money, yeah, I’m gettin’ all them dolla-dollas.
DM your girl, she wanna holla,
On my Snapchat she gon’ follow.
She can’t wait to get it, then she swallow—
Two phones on me, but I can’t call her.
21 said these hoes be stalkin’,
Three bad ones and you know they be plottin’.
Better watch your moves or get chalked in,
Wet you down soon as you walk in.
Me? I get that money, I ain’t fallin’ out.
Peace sign to a bitch—I’m ballin’ out.
No brakes on me, I ain’t stallin’ out,
Get that bag in, then I’m all out.
Do me wrong? Yeah, gettin’ you crossed out.
More ways—yeah, pull up, then I hop out.
Wrist ice cream, yeah, it’s double dipped,
Got too much sauce and I’m double-dripped.
On that Juicy J, I’m super tripped,
No jet lag when I take off—lift.
No campground, but I got the sticks,
Rockstar livin’—Nikki Sixx.
Yeah, I really, really, really with the shit,
Come see-see-see my drip.
Run it all up—that’s all I know how,
You can’t do it like me, you don’t know how.
Last year I was at the Greyhound—
This year? I really bust down.
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HOOK (Same)
Money too long, clip too long—limousine, limousine, limousine.
Drank too muddy, Sprite too bubbly—methezine, methezine, methezine.
Chain too frosty, sauce too godly—super clean, super clean, super clean.
Gucci, Fendi, Prada—ouuu I gotta lotta… ouuu wiii, ouuu wiii.
(Hook repeat)
Money too long, clip too long—limousine, limousine, limousine.
Drank too muddy, Sprite too bubbly—methezine, methezine, methezine.
Chain too frosty, sauce too godly—super clean, super clean, super clean.
Gucci, Fendi, Prada—ouuu I gotta lotta… ouuu wiii, ouuu wiii.
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Verse 2 (Polished)
Focused on the mission—I won’t lose it all.
No sleep these days—I ain’t snoozin’ off.
Stay with that heat—I ain’t losin’ at all,
Get that bag in, then I ship it off.
Made enough money off one play,
Too much money in one day.
I’m a run up all them plays,
I bedrippin’ on ’em—no sundae.
Hundred grand, no Nestlé,
Sauced up—got recipé.
Super clean like a Bentley,
Smoke on me—no chimney.
Frostbit with this freeze,
Got bread and butter with the cheese.
Get flexed on—don’t flex on me,
Get flexed on—don’t flex on me.
I got that juice, that remedy,
I got that sauce, that sauce on me.
Always stay true to all my dawgs—
We split profits, rest in a vault.
Haters throwin’ shade, haters
CharlieRaww
