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

(Chevy)
All these they love it
All niggas they hate it
They be sick to their
Look at the look on faces
Me and my just ballin
We make somethin' nothin'
we're just fucking the money she "baby, I'm cumming"
(Lola Monroe)
All these they love it
All these bitches they it
Look at the on they faces
Me and my bitches just
We make somethin' nothin'
I ride hustle so good the money never stop comin'
(Chevy)
new beast hella sick
you probably when you pitch
only had time for that combo for niggas them bricks
no I lyin at all
ask fiends cuz they know it
my niggas empty them then fill em up that's reloadin
I got a thing for that money, fast cars and dope
I was the fool, I was selling 20s or so
like for a dolla, but I was cool with myself
you fight for your hustle
what you do for the belt?
them bitches is (?)
blow a kiss that pistol
couple hot magazines so you can come get your
all of taylors a show
and all you was a whistle
it's really stripes over cuz all my niggas official

(Lola Monroe)
Ok, oh shit, Chevy they make me grab a machete
Whole clique ready, bitch better go down confetti
I harder than pussies giving birth I say
now these dry ass bitiches thirst my way
got the whole city on my
my drive ain't been chauffered
can no mothafuckas tell me where to go, to stay, what to do, how to play (?)
and no my roles
I be your hoes
like how you (?)
until you grind like me and it in the struggles
shut the fuck up our lions in to miss the
I'm closing curtains so you can throw the in
Versa chi linens my style been down