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Gucci cap, Gucci cap, Gucci cap Gucci cap, Gucci cap Gucci cap, Gucci cap Gucci cap, Gucci cap Gucci cap, I'm stylin' I'm good at that, Gucci pack Flippin' this, 36 I'm good at that, they run it up I Run it up, I get the P I run it back But sometimes I'm sittin' with racks on racks I'm thinkin' should I really, really run it back? Course I will, ah Moneys fucked, ah Money's changed, all of these jiggas ah I'm sittin' down, with my friends, talking figures ah Thinkin' of, how we can, serve em like Federer Just pass me the cigarette Fuck it, just pass me the cigga weed Lost out on a 9 I'm ravin' in freshers, I lost all my uni fees Heres the science were not in the same class I cannot fuck with these brothers, we ain't got the chemistry So call up my line if there's somebody that can really deliver Like me ah Fake brothers, I'm not feelin' their aura like Rita Im in it for bread yeah the whole box of pitta Im in it for bread yeah the whole box of pitta Money comes, ah Money goes, ah Gettin' high, ah For the lows, ah For the lows People come, people go I ain't fussed People come, people go I ain't fussed Money comes, ah I ain't fussed, nah I ain't fussed, nah I ain't fussed Money and hoes, you know how it goes I need me some medical, get me my dose Money, it comes and goes My guy got the ice, it froze The bitches, they see it they freeze This ice make her get on her knees My brother got caught by the police You know he ain't gettin' no plea deal Free Meeshy, love for my brudda like Peewee I got some green with the seeds and i take out the seeds I'm smokin' the kiwi Same clothes, ah Same hoes, ah Runnin' from plain clothes Hella shots at the goal I get it in, they Sunday league They hittin' posts, uh-huh I'm 50. cal, I'm hittin' them I'm breakin' bones, uh-huh I'm trimming down, I'm baggin' up I'm bagging 4's, uh-huh I finish up, I bill a spliff I smoke my woes, they come and go They come and go Money comes, ah Money goes, ah Gettin' high, ah For the lows, ah For the lows People come, people go I ain't fussed People come, people go I ain't fussed Money comes, ah I ain't fussed, nah I ain't fussed, nah I ain't fussed
Writer(s): Jared-neziah Ellis Ayo Bell, Mohammed Hassan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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