[Intro]
(I'm not going anywhere, Nico)
([?])
Yeah (Uh-uh)
Uh, I’m on my roll (I'm on my roll)
She was just talkin' 'bout money, but it was murder she wrote (Murder she wrote)
Why'd it taste so funny, yeah, life no joke (No joke)
Why her nose so runny? Why she do so much coke?
[Chorus]
Hold up, I gotta get to my bag, I gotta get to my bread (Skrrt)
No, please don’t go away
Yeah, I’m just stuck in my head
How’d you get inside my body? Hottie, yeah made for that
Many diamonds on my body, papi, yeah, just leave it like that
Hold up, I gotta get to my bag, I gotta get to my bread
No, please don’t go away
Yeah, I’m just stuck in my head
How’d you get inside my body? Hottie, yeah made for that
Many diamonds on my body, papi, yeah, just leave it like that
[Verse]
Ridin' 'round in Hell, I’m with my gang
And we smokin' on this gas, my whole gang on propane
Doing' what I think is right so I don’t show no shame
And I don’t trust nobody so I had to switch the lane
And once you touch this money, then you see that it all changes
Runnin' for the hundreds, I end up in different places
Always keep it real within the game, you can’t replace it
Most the time, yeah, life too real so you just gotta face it
And I ran up the money, must do it illegal
Bitch, I’ve been flyin' in the sky like a seagull
This shit like a movie, a thriller, it’s Regal
Had to come back to all of this like a sequel
I’m ‘boutta show you why we different people
I’m ‘boutta show you why we’re not equal
No, I’m not really sure why you comin' to see me now
Yeah-uh
I’m chasin' this green, yeah, I’m chasin' Luigi
I’m squeezin' the drip outta 'em, using a Squeegee
I’m goin' too hard that I make it look easy
I’m steppin' too hard gotta get out my easy
And I told her that she gotta get out her feelings
I wanna see everybody with a million
I’m talkin' flight, yeah, they call me a million (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Hold up, I gotta get to my bag, I gotta get to my bread (Skrrt)
No, please don’t go away
Yeah, I’m just stuck in my head
How’d you get inside my body? Hottie, yeah made for that
Many diamonds on my body, papi, yeah, just leave it like that
Hold up, I gotta get to my bag, I gotta get to my bread
No, please don’t go away
Yeah, I’m just stuck in my head
How’d you get inside my body? Hottie, yeah made for that
Many diamonds on my body, papi, yeah, just leave it like that
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