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Billie Holiday
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I can see the money from a mile away
Wake up with the bills, Billie Holiday
Plenty ring, rose gold, no Chardonnay
Throw up the gang signs, but it's cosplay
And all my women pretty like it's Barbie
Got the bag, then I run off, no first fee
And lately, I've been on that Hennessy
Feelin' a lil' freaky, ayy
Ayy, you like that bag on Vinted?
Fuck that, baby, I'ma buy that, deadstock
Fuck that, I got vibes for your headtop
Fuck that, we got ties like a dreadlock (Let's go)
YMCMB, we can make a bed rock
L-I-V-E, got 'em in a headlock
Back then I was a YG, I got sent shop
Now look at us, now look how we up (Up)
I don't know about sky is the limit (Oh no)
All I know, get fly every minute
Look how we shine, it's blindin', innit?
Look at this wave, just ridin' with it (With it)
Bank card, just swipe or tap it (Tap it)
Backyard, new wife, new jacket
Paparazzi couldn't find where we hangin'
Feel like Max B, I got a bag of bad habits, let's go (Go)
I can see the money from a mile away (Yeah)
Wake up with the bills, Billie Holiday
Plenty ring, rose gold, no Chardonnay
Throw up the gang signs, but it's cosplay
And all my women pretty like it's Barbie
Got the bag, then I run off, no first fee
And lately, I've been on that Hennessy
Feelin' a lil' freaky, ayy
Ayy, tell your friend I got her name on the G-list
Fuck that, babe, it's a one-on-one meetin'
Fuck that, let's make love this evenin'
Fuck that, I wanna see you on your freak shit (Freak)
Get low, go slow, take time
Got a lot on your hips and a lot on my mind
It's Apocalypse Now, how I think I could die for the cash
Would I die for the nyash? Oh my
Tell me how you fit all that
How you wiggle that? (How?)
I got lines both sides like a six-pack
Me against them, it's a crime, it's a mismatch
Rise up the army and make a man dispatch
I got jewels on my neck like riff-raff, miss me
We're the trouble and riff-raff, flick me
Comfy and I'm lit, man
Get all my shit, man, everythin' crisp, let's go (Go)
I can see the money from a mile away
Wake up with the bills, Billie Holiday
Plenty ring, rose gold, no Chardonnay
Throw up the gang signs, but it's cosplay
And all my women pretty like it's Barbie
Got the bag, then I run off, no first fee
And lately, I've been on that Hennessy
Feelin' a lil' freaky, ayy
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