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(Lola Monroe)
This beat is fucking
(Chevy)
Turn the music up a bit more.
Cool.

(Chevy)
All these bitches they it
All niggas they hate it
They be sick to stomachs
at the look on they faces
Me and my niggas just
We make from nothin'
we're just fucking the she sayin' "baby, I'm cumming"
(Lola Monroe)
All these niggas love it
All bitches they hate it
Look at the on they faces
Me and my bitches just
We make somethin' from
I ride this so good the money never stop comin'
(Chevy)
that new beast sick
you probably talk you pitch
only had time for that combo for scoring them bricks
no I ain't at all
ask them cuz they know it
my niggas empty clips then fill em up that's reloadin
I got a thing for that money, fast cars and dope
I was acting the fool, I was 20s or so
like anything for a dolla, but I was cool myself
you gotta for your hustle
would you do for the belt?
Even them is (?)
blow a kiss from pistol
hot magazines so you can come get your issue
all of them a show
and all you was a whistle
it's really stripes over here cuz all my official

(Lola Monroe)
Ok, oh shit, Chevy they gon' make me grab a
Whole ready, bitch better go down like confetti
I push harder than giving birth I say
now these dry ass sending thirst my way
got the city on my shoulder
my ain't never been chauffered
can no mothafuckas me where to go, when to stay, what to do, how to play (?)
and no opposing my
I be exposing your
how you fucking (?)
until you grind me and make it in the struggles
shut the fuck up our lions in to the jungles
I'm closing curtains so you can the towels in
Versa chi linens my style down within