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Why it feel so right when I'm wrong Why it feel so right when it's wrong ya Disco, Disco Now a days I just wanna flex Thumbin' through the paper countin' blessings Ain't no telling me take it easy Blowing money fast, living Cliché Caller caller hit me on my cell Second phone for the clientele Hoochies in the trap, dance sleazy Blowing money fast, living Cliché Man this shit is not a game Bet she do it for the truest in the game Fuck your salary I spent that on a chain Aston Martin when I'm passin through the lane Sprite dirty Aunt Jemima what I sip All this ice but you will never catch me slip Where were y'all before a nigga had posish When we were broke and Mitch was whippin in the kitch Flippin all them bricks nigga Diamonds dancing, Cupid shuffle Hundred large, Goyard duffle While your girl giving me the neck On Google searching for my net Don't know why I feel this way All this money that I made Was too dirty for the bank I use the mattress for the safe Now a days I just wanna flex Thumbin' through the paper countin' blessings Ain't no telling me take it easy Blowing money fast, living Cliché Caller caller hit me on my cell Second phone for the clientele Hoochies in the trap, dance leazy Blowing money fast, living Cliché Molly, Mary, and Patron ooh These niggas clones ooh Wrist heavy feelin broke ooh These fuckin stones ooh She wanna kiss son, they wanna lip lock Gettin tip top in my Gucci flip flops I've been swingin with the gang Money talkin' that's my lane Disco been that nigga with the sauce Self employed I made myself a boss Don't know why I feel this way All this money that I made Was too dirty For the bank I use the mattress for the safe Now a days I just wanna flex Thumbin' through the paper countin' blessings Ain't no telling me take it easy Blowing money fast, living Cliché Caller caller hit me on my cell Second phone for the clientele Hoochies in the trap, dance sleazy Blowing money fast, living Cliché