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Retch
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B. Onfroy
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Benjamin Lasiner
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K. Hicks
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Quincy Hanley
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Frenzy Beatz
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Benjamin Lasiner
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Lyrics
Benjamin Lasnier
We in the club and n- looking at me funny
But don't care because I came up with money
Lil shorty looking at me like she want me
She wanna f- me then she gotta bring a buddy
All my ex's they be telling me they love me
'Cause when I d- 'em I be all up in their tummy
N- mad and I'm just chillin' so sunny
N- hating when they see me travel, suck me
N- mad 'cause I be fucking all their b-
But I don't care if that's your girl, that's not my business
Pretty mansion in the hills, what a feeling
Hella b- they have, can't leave 'cause they with it
Then I wrap off and I got it in the booty
I'm taking pictures n- play it, gotta kill about it
I've been tryna hit lil' shorty for a minute
She let me in, I popped a perc then dug up all the same shit
Still proud and for us club designer, n- lane switch
I'm the n- that know that money talk, that's my language
Every single n- gon' shoot that I came with
Trappers shouldn't skimp and some n- that I hang with
We in the club and n- looking at me funny
But don't care because I came up with money
Lil' shorty looking at me like she want me
She wanna f- me then she gotta bring a buddy
All my ex's they be telling me they love me
'Cause when I d- 'em I be all up in their tummy
N- mad and I'm just chillin' so sunny
N- hating when they see me travel, suck me
Drop the top on this Ferrari, got it sunny
What the fuck you talkin' bout if it ain't money?
Get two hundred for a show, the clock is running
F- them twenties in your stash and n- funny
Got them hundreds in my pocket, got no time to relax
How she give me - with the gun in my lap
Diamond in my teeth, neck covered with tats
You know the double M's M's lean in the back
I got the girl and clothes baby, 'bout to cross my feet yo
You'll never find another - quite like me, yeah
Millionaire resource I'll flex so deep yeah
You know the big toys, be coke, Crip the streets
We in the club and n- looking at me funny
But don't care 'cause I came up with money
Lil' shorty looking at me like she want me
She wanna f- me then she gotta bring a buddy
All my ex's they be telling me they love me
'Cause when I d- 'em I be all up in their tummy
N- mad and I'm just chillin' so sunny
N- hating when they see me travel, suck me
Writer(s): Lukas Leth, Benjamin Lasnier, Brian Onfroy, Karreim Hicks, Mikkel Riboe, Quincy Handley
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