Galore
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โฑ๏ธ 2:19 duration
๐ ID: 28491839
๐ Lyrics
You wanna drink, Alec? Why you waitin'?
Aye, start it back Temp!
Stackin' up guap like it's art
Go hard, do it again tomorrow
Ruger-57 when it's war
Poppin' off, presentation galore
I just like to treat my bitch
No time for extra shit
I been on a money drill
Bringin' that lettuce in
Took her shoppin', we just went to Saks
Told her "Hit the flavor and relax"
I just wanna feel you throw it back
Shoppin' with the blicky's compact
I told Jay Rock to load them cutters up and go to spin
He ask me "Money when?"
Shoutout OBN
You know me, I be the youngin' on the money drill
Grown man shit, I gotta keep up with myself
I remember bein' mad, sittin' up in a cell
But I shoot back, sittin' next to lifers who ain't makin' bail
Moved from out my city, barely down, now I be out of town
AR clip extended for protection when I'm movin' 'round
Trippin' on you bitches, yeah, it's up lately, been droolin' down
Niggas steady hollerin' they up next, but shit, let's rock it now
I was broke inside my momma basement with no help
I'm just tryna see some better days, I want some wealth
Thuggin' with the gang, but really I'm good all by myself
I can't switch up on my bros, it's BC to the death
Stackin' up guap like it's art
Go hard, do it again tomorrow
Ruger-57 when it's war
Poppin' off, presentation galore
I just like to treat my bitch
No time for extra shit
I been on a money drill
Bringin' that lettuce in
In the foreign, I switch the VIN
Addicted to the money, that shit like my medicine
Havin' accounts in Benz
Got me and now for my friend
Got sauce, it come with all the numbers and it close the pin
Sorry if I ever finessed you, I just wanna win
Sorry if I ever stressed you, I ain't really mean it
A whole mil' in all blues, she couldn't even believe it
Goin' hard, coppin' sports cars
Takin' trips, we on shroom bars
Antisocial, I don't talk to laws
Fat paper lookin' like a log
Filipino droppin' off the load
Smashin' and I send the bitch home
A hunnid large from a fictitious loan
New strain in the airplane, it grown
Sometimes I wanna be left alone
I just came to catch this play or die, count this check, a nigga gone
Don't you feel like that, I will love you endlessly
If you don't believe in me
Don't you feel like that, I will love you forever
If you don't believe
Aye, start it back Temp!
Stackin' up guap like it's art
Go hard, do it again tomorrow
Ruger-57 when it's war
Poppin' off, presentation galore
I just like to treat my bitch
No time for extra shit
I been on a money drill
Bringin' that lettuce in
Took her shoppin', we just went to Saks
Told her "Hit the flavor and relax"
I just wanna feel you throw it back
Shoppin' with the blicky's compact
I told Jay Rock to load them cutters up and go to spin
He ask me "Money when?"
Shoutout OBN
You know me, I be the youngin' on the money drill
Grown man shit, I gotta keep up with myself
I remember bein' mad, sittin' up in a cell
But I shoot back, sittin' next to lifers who ain't makin' bail
Moved from out my city, barely down, now I be out of town
AR clip extended for protection when I'm movin' 'round
Trippin' on you bitches, yeah, it's up lately, been droolin' down
Niggas steady hollerin' they up next, but shit, let's rock it now
I was broke inside my momma basement with no help
I'm just tryna see some better days, I want some wealth
Thuggin' with the gang, but really I'm good all by myself
I can't switch up on my bros, it's BC to the death
Stackin' up guap like it's art
Go hard, do it again tomorrow
Ruger-57 when it's war
Poppin' off, presentation galore
I just like to treat my bitch
No time for extra shit
I been on a money drill
Bringin' that lettuce in
In the foreign, I switch the VIN
Addicted to the money, that shit like my medicine
Havin' accounts in Benz
Got me and now for my friend
Got sauce, it come with all the numbers and it close the pin
Sorry if I ever finessed you, I just wanna win
Sorry if I ever stressed you, I ain't really mean it
A whole mil' in all blues, she couldn't even believe it
Goin' hard, coppin' sports cars
Takin' trips, we on shroom bars
Antisocial, I don't talk to laws
Fat paper lookin' like a log
Filipino droppin' off the load
Smashin' and I send the bitch home
A hunnid large from a fictitious loan
New strain in the airplane, it grown
Sometimes I wanna be left alone
I just came to catch this play or die, count this check, a nigga gone
Don't you feel like that, I will love you endlessly
If you don't believe in me
Don't you feel like that, I will love you forever
If you don't believe