Ahn, ahn, ahn-ahn-ahn
Ahn-ahn
Ahn, ahn, ahn-ahn-ahn
Ahn-ahn
It's the real trap
Ah, stop it
They rain lean on them, damn

I take three grams, throw it in the pipe
I smoke this herb like Popeye
Inside the studio, I create this vibe
Money is my pit, it comes and goes
Stack of bills, Dex makes it
I'm full of hate, I hit the hype
Dolce & Gabbana and wins the shawty
Tie with the gang, slime, slime
Uh, yeah, fashion week, all dressed up on the bitch
I'm already rich, they say I'm chic
Uh, yeah, fashion week, all dressed up on the bitch (take it, take it)
Yeah, I'm already rich, they say I'm chic
Ahn, ahn

Without common sense, don't think I'm at my worst
Ragdoll, bullets make you like ragdolls, ah
Says she loves me
That she follows me well before the fame
Ahn, spinning the money
I take this suitcase and fill it with dollars
I catch the vibe, influence in the city
It's late, guys on the street making money, eh eh
You know my love for art is true
Ahn, ahn, focused on the million, I see the account grow

I take three grams, throw it in the pipe
I smoke this herb like Popeye
Inside the studio, I create this vibe
Money, my pit, it comes and goes
Stack of bills, Dex makes it
I'm full of hate, I hit the hype
Dolce & Gabbana and wins the shawty
Tie with the gang, slime, slime

Slime, slime, I rescue the bitch like SWAT
Like, like, and this bitch just wants peace
I'm changing my voice, it goes two by two
Buchanan's, eighteen years, in the campana style
Stop, I'm going crazy, man
Stop, stop, I don't want to drink whiskey anymore
Fashion week, all dressed up on the bitch, take it, take it
And she wants to give it because my pocket is full of jaguars, jaguars
Fashion week, all dressed up on the bitch, take it, take it (take it)

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