[Verse]
Yeah, gotta get guap and you know
Gotta get to that big bankroll
Im making money and doin no shows
That boy he lackin we drop with them poles
Wrist so cold i could make it snow
That boy broke he dont get no dough
Im high in the sky when im smoking on dro
I make songs when i feel low
Off the head i never wrote
Way up layed, you'll never tote
Talk down you get peter rolled
I feel like im so cold, she act like she so bold
But we already know, that she cannot let go
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