Текст песни
Yeah
What?
Ayy!
Go!
Ha!
Fuck that talk
Need more cash
Foot on gas
Do the dash
Fuck that cap
All black fit
Big boy racks
That's my shit
Wake up late
Count that cake
No more breaks
Raise the stakes
Too much smoke
Too much heat
Heavy bass
Feel that beat
Chain too cold
Wrist on froze
Head too high
Nobody knows
Fuck that hate
Fuck that fake
Real ones eat
Snakes just break
Fuck that talk
Need more cash
Foot on gas
Do the dash
Fuck that cap
All black fit
Big boy racks
That's my shit
Blacked-out truck
City lights
Late-night moves
No red lights
Money call
I don't miss
Stack that shit
Never quit
Whole gang up
Never fold
Too damn young
Heart too cold
Big 808
Windows shake
Whole crowd jump
Earthquake
Yeah!
Ha!
Woo!
Cash!
Go!
No slow lane
No cheap chain
Big bankroll
Big damn name
Top floor view
Skyline glow
Keep it low
Let it snow
Fuck one bag
Need ten more
Kick that door
Start that war
Whole lot smoke
Whole lot flames
Whole gang rich
Fuck the fame
Fuck that talk
Need more cash
Foot on gas
Do the dash
Fuck that cap
All black fit
Big boy racks
That's my shit
Too much ice
Need more shine
Can't waste time
On my grind
Night too cold
Heart too numb
Bass too loud
Speakers hum
No fake love
No fake friends
Money first
Never bend
Whole gang eat
Whole gang feast
Never stop
No release
Fuck that talk
Need more cash
Foot on gas
Do the dash
Fuck that cap
All black fit
Big boy racks
That's my shit
Need more bands
Need more gold
Can't slow down
Never fold
Whole gang up
Whole gang lit
Too much smoke
We too rich
Yeah!
Cash
Ha
Go
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