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  1. arjun R says:

    Brought out a dub and I'm ready to spend it
    You dropped the ball I got it, we winnin'
    Spaceship for a car that ain't rented
    They know who I am, I ain't walkin' through Lenox
    It didn't take long, I ran up them racks
    Bought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it back
    I shoulda playin' linebacker, I want a sack
    I got this cheetah print all on my jacket
    I got the belt and the shoes to match it
    I'm from the hood, I'm keepin' my ratchet
    My bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchet
    I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket
    I'm servin' real, I ain't just singin', rappin'
    I got on Soldier Re's, they're classics
    I got a .31 doin' gymnastics
    I sold a brick, it was still in the package
    $6, 500 was spent on this coat
    Got a bitch in the condo, she snortin' the coke
    I don't wanna fuck her, I just want the throat
    I'm savin' my money, I ain't goin' broke
    Don't want no handouts, that shit ain't no joke
    They listen up when I speak, I'm the pope
    I'm bringin' cash, ain't payin' no notes
    I got the stick just in case they want smoke

  2. พนธกร สําราญรื่น says:

    Yeah, yah
    Uh
    Run that back, Turbo
    Yeah
    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it
    Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me
    Uh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the A
    Benjis on Benjis, we stack every day
    Business is business, so you gotta pay
    New Lamborghinis make me wanna race
    Still eat fettuccini, I'm stuck in my ways
    My bed Tempur-Pedic, I fuckin' get paid
    My flow a disease, kill these rappers like AIDS
    Yves St. Laurent on the lens of my shades
    Gunna back up, I was goin' through a phase
    I doubled up and got my bitches straight
    You learned how to drip from you watchin' my page
    Niggas be tossin', somebody decay
    Off-White'd the coupe and the inside is beige
    I pop this shit like I've been doin' for ages
    So many dead faces I got me a grave
    YSL, nigga say, "Slatt" every day?
    I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throat
    This Rollie a Presi', I don't need to vote
    Your ho super ready, she at my condo
    I stay with that .9, they should call me Marlo
    I'm the greatest of all, my emoji is goat
    Bouncin' my life, got my back off the rope
    Too real I can't turn my back on the bros
    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it
    Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me
    Brought out a dub and I'm ready to spend it
    You dropped the ball I got it, we winnin'
    Spaceship for a car that ain't rented
    They know who I am, I ain't walkin' through Lenox
    It didn't take long, I ran up them racks
    Bought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it back
    I shoulda playin' linebacker, I want a sack
    I got this cheetah print all on my jacket
    I got the belt and the shoes to match it
    I'm from the hood, I'm keepin' my ratchet
    My bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchet
    I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket
    I'm servin' real, I ain't just singin', rappin'
    I got on Soldier Re's, they're classics
    I got a .31 doin' gymnastics
    I sold a brick, it was still in the package
    $6, 500 was spent on this coat
    Got a bitch in the condo, she snortin' the coke
    I don't wanna fuck her, I just want the throat
    I'm savin' my money, I ain't goin' broke
    Don't want no handouts, that shit ain't no joke
    They listen up when I speak, I'm the pope
    I'm bringin' cash, ain't payin' no notes
    I got the stick just in case they want smoke
    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy (Surfboard)
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it (Finally made it)
    Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady (Bitches ain't shit)
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me (Business is business)

  3. mehdi benbouazza says:

    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it
    We puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me

    [Verse 1: Gunna]
    Uh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the A
    Benjis on Benjis, we stack every day
    Business is business, so you gotta pay
    New Lamborghinis make me wanna race
    Still eat fettuccine I'm stuck in my ways
    My bed Tempur-Pedic, I fuckin' get paid
    My flow a disease, kill these rappers like AIDS
    Yves St. Laurent on the lens of my shades
    Gunna back up, I was goin' through a phase
    I doubled up and got my bitches straight
    You learned how to drip from you watchin' my page
    Niggas be tossin', somebody decay
    Off-White'd the coupe and the inside is beige
    I pop this shit like I've been doin' for ages
    So many dead faces I got me a grave
    YSL, nigga say "Slatt" every day
    I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throat
    This Rollie a Presi', I don't need to vote
    Your ho super ready, she at my condo
    I stay with that 9, they should call me Marlo
    I'm the greatest of all, my emoji is goat
    Bouncin' my life, got my back off the rope
    Too real I can't turn my back on the bros

    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it
    Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby & (Gunna)]
    Brought out a dub and I'm ready to spend it
    You dropped the ball I got it, we winnin'
    Spaceship for a car that ain't rented
    They know who I am, I ain't walkin' through Lenox
    It didn't take long, I ran up them racks
    Bought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it back
    I shoulda playin' linebacker, I want a sack
    I got this cheetah print all on my jacket
    I got the belt and the shoes to match it
    I'm from the hood, I'm keepin' my ratchet
    My bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchet
    I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket
    I'm servin' real, I ain't just singin', rappin'
    I got on Soldier Re's, they're classics
    I got a 31 doin' gymnastics
    I sold a brick, it was still in the package
    Sixty five hundred was spent on this coat
    (Got a bitch in the condo, she snortin' the coke)
    I don't wanna fuck her just want the throat
    I'm savin' my money, I ain't goin' broke
    Don't want no handouts, that shit ain't no joke
    They listen up when I speak, I'm the pope
    I'm bringin' cash, ain't payin' no notes
    I got the stick just in case they want smoke

  4. Torian Lewis says:

    I hate this song cuz it makes me sad I'm not playing sports nomore and I listened to this to hype me up for games so FORGET THIS SONG😑😑😑😑🤮🤮

  5. Edoardo Agostinelli says:

    [Intro: Gunna]
    Yeah, yah
    Uh
    Run that back, Turbo
    Yeah

    [Chorus: Gunna]
    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it
    We puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me

    [Verse 1: Gunna]
    Uh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the A
    Benjis on Benjis, we stack every day
    Business is business, so you gotta pay
    New Lamborghinis make me wanna race
    Still eat fettuccine I'm stuck in my ways
    My bed Tempur-Pedic, I fuckin' get paid
    My flow a disease, kill these rappers like AIDS
    Yves St. Laurent on the lens of my shades
    Gunna back up, I was goin' through a phase
    I doubled up and got my bitches straight
    You learned how to drip from you watchin' my page
    Niggas be tossin', somebody decay
    Off-White'd the coupe and the inside is beige
    I pop this shit like I've been doin' for ages
    So many dead faces I got me a grave
    YSL, nigga say "Slatt" every day
    I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throat
    This Rollie a Presi', I don't need to vote
    Your ho super ready, she at my condo
    I stay with that 9, they should call me Marlo
    I'm the greatest of all, my emoji is goat
    Bouncin' my life, got my back off the rope
    Too real I can't turn my back on the bros

    [Chorus: Gunna]
    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it
    Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby & (Gunna)]
    Brought out a dub and I'm ready to spend it
    You dropped the ball I got it, we winnin'
    Spaceship for a car that ain't rented
    They know who I am, I ain't walkin' through Lenox
    It didn't take long, I ran up them racks
    Bought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it back
    I shoulda playin' linebacker, I want a sack
    I got this cheetah print all on my jacket
    I got the belt and the shoes to match it
    I'm from the hood, I'm keepin' my ratchet
    My bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchet
    I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket
    I'm servin' real, I ain't just singin', rappin'
    I got on Soldier Re's, they're classics
    I got a 31 doin' gymnastics
    I sold a brick, it was still in the package
    Sixty five hundred was spent on this coat
    (Got a bitch in the condo, she snortin' the coke)
    I don't wanna fuck her just want the throat
    I'm savin' my money, I ain't goin' broke
    Don't want no handouts, that shit ain't no joke
    They listen up when I speak, I'm the pope
    I'm bringin' cash, ain't payin' no notes
    I got the stick just in case they want smoke

    [Chorus: Gunna]
    I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
    And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy (Surfboard)
    I need some love to go with this hate
    Give mama a hug, we finally made it (Finally made it)
    Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
    Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
    Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady (Bitches ain't shit)
    Business is business, so you gotta pay me (Business is business)

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