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Ooh yah, ay
Ooh yah
Throw that bitch in the air
Ooh yah, ay
Ooh yah, ay
Fuck that, I just want the money and the fashion
Had to call him out, ‘cause that boy wasn’t on that action
Yeah, losing my compassion
Had to let it go, I couldn't stay for your reaction
But I don't give a fuck, getting drunk in a mansion
Too high, I feel fucking dumb, it’s fantastic
Me and betty fucking holding hands, it’s romantic
So much money in these rubber bands, it’s elastic
Moving money on the web we got traffic
I bake bands in my crib, you got static
The desert still won't dry my tears though
But I'm still getting high and hanging with my zeroes
I don't even care if she not here though
He wanna beef, I don't got nothing to fear though
She wanna fuck, but I can never fuck a weird ho
I'ma shoot my shot, like a free throw
Piercings on my face, ‘cause I'm so emo
I'm bad at math, but I'm still rocking with da vision
Watch out for these bitches, they lie wearing true religion
I just wanna fly, frreh frreh, like a pigeon
Girl I don’t talk a lot, so you really gotta listen
They want me to drop these snippets
Getting cold, I'm feeling frigid
Know I keep it RiDGiD
Now they're getting in my business
Keep it real, I'm too timid, but that's just how I live it
Even in my circle, I can't fit in
I can't handle the distance, oh
I'm in too deep to quit it oh
In the back, I stay hidden
Throw that bitch in the air
Ooh yah, ay
ay
Fuck that, I just want the money and the fashion
Had to call him out, ‘cause that boy wasn’t on that action
Yeah, losing my compassion
Had to let it go, I couldn't stay for your reaction
But I don't give a fuck, getting drunk in a mansion
Too high, I feel fucking dumb, it’s fantastic
Me and betty fucking holding hands, it’s romantic
So much money in these rubber bands, it’s elastic
Moving money on the web we got traffic
I bake bands in my crib, you got static
The desert still won't dry my tears though
But I'm still getting high and hanging with my zeroes