Текст песни




10 toes with the ones that I break bread Some of you fake, yeah, that's what I said
You get money, that's cool, still ain't a threat
If it ain't about a bag, then they left on red Some shit don't excite me no more
I ain't with the drama, fightin' over no hoe Same pussy you claim, fuckin' your bro
Then you crash out, hatin' on the next tho ugh Dollar dollar dance, no Dougie
Work too hard, yeah, you can't take it from me
People gon' talk the way my life be a movie But ion fuckin' nobody, even all you groupies
Then I throw up the deuce, bitch, what's the move
Tryna make a mill, I don't got time to lose So I'm makin' this money, crash testin' the dummy
You busy at the club, gettin' musty and dusty Grippin' on a pole, but I don't fear nobody
Y'all act the same, same ink, same copy People gon' talk and people gon' listen
EAC gon' walk and make a million



Авторы: Elias Coria, Elsa Coria



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