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[Intro: Young Thug]
(Trap House on the track)
Yeah, Slatt
Jeffery
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
All this money on me, bitches wanna fuck on me
And that’s how it’s sposed to be, million dollars callin’ me
I just fucked her one time, why she foulin’ me?
Why these pussy niggas hatin’? Why they wanna foul me?
[Chorus: Young Thug]
(What you doin’?) Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And I ain’t got no dollars
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Back and forth outer space like a cadet
Keep away from me, she said I’m makin’ her wet
Walkin’ out my shows act like I’m [?]
Stuff it in my clothes [?] stuff in her next
Found my tempo, stuff me some VVs on his neck
Found my tempo, put a Patek on my DJ
Fuck is a nigga doin’? He fuckin’ ’round and die next
Geeked out on the syrup, mixin’ Ac’ with High-Tech
[?] like Ostriches
I’m geeked up and she know my autobiography
Nutted in her face, I don’t do no marrying
I just got a mink out the safari, and
I can’t do no friends, I almost like the bitch
I prepare for shootouts like [?]
Money, diamonds and pearls, I got a lot of shit
We couldn’t afford no meat and now we sloppy rich
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
All this money on me, bitches wanna fuck on me
And that’s how it’s sposed to be, million dollars callin’ me
I just fucked her one time, why she foulin’ me?
Why these pussy niggas hatin’? Why they wanna foul me?
[Chorus: Young Thug]
(What you doin’?) Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And I ain’t got no dollars
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I just pulled up in some shit that I can’t even spell
Smoked a blunt, walked in Grandma house and she asked me „What’s that smell?”
My bankroll overweight, don’t stand next to me, your pockets too frail
My crib too mothafuckin’ big, I don’t never go upstairs
I told that bitch she can’t get this dick 'less she bring a couple of friends with her
Young nigga ballin’, yeah every day my birthday, uh, every day Christmas
Every day lit, I’m young and I’m rich
Your baby momma my size, bitch
Ran them millions up, now they pissed
I got extra cake on my plate
I leave ’em no choice but to hate
If I shitted on you, my mistake
I’m sippin’ Activity mane
It got me movin’ ’round in slow-mo
But I count that money real fast though
My new bitch ain’t shit like my last ho
Bitch, I gave my momma somethin’ to brag for
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
All this money on me, bitches wanna fuck on me
And that’s how it’s sposed to be, million dollars callin’ me
I just fucked her one time, why she foulin’ me?
Why these pussy niggas hatin’? Why they wanna foul me?
[Chorus: Young Thug]
(What you doin’?) Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And I ain’t got no dollars
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