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Tie dië
Lil Uzi Vert
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Yeat
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I can't go out sad, bulletproof my Caddy
More money than my dad
I said more money than my dad
That bitch that you with, yeah, already had, yeah, mmm, treat her just like a old hat
Like, mmm, countin' money
Hmm, stuck to the money
Hmm, stuck to the money
Hmm, come help me count money
Hmm, na-na, young nigga move so sci-fi
Like, mmm, gra-gra, I can turn fuck nigga tie dye
Aye, bitch, I'm breakin' bad (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm breakin' bad (Bad)
Bitch, I'm breakin' bags (Bags)
I got too much cash (Cash)
I got too much status (Status)
Oh, that's a G-Wag' (Wagen), brought my bitch a Brabus (Skrrt)
I can't go out sad, bulletproof my Caddy (Grah)
Pockets touch the ground (Ground)
Like I got my taxes
Whippin' up them grams (Grams), got the bells like Paddie (Yeah)
Made it off the ground
Made it fuck the pound
Only trust my Grams (I'm a dawg), 'cause life get nasty (Grandma)
Maybach cost a pound (Pound), this shit came with cabinets (Woah)
I went to the bank (Woah)
And I started laughin' (Aye, hahaha)
On a serious note (Huh?), I got all blue notes (No jokes)
Talkin' about them notes
Bro was just whippin' up the coke (Whippin' up the coke)
Run up the work and he choppin' the soap (Run up it)
Made five hunnid racks right off the dough (Yeah)
We make the birds fly, like a dove (Brr)
First you was Crip, now you claim Blood (What?)
I pour the syrup in the— in the mud
With a slime green vest like I'm Doug (Phew)
I told that bitch I don't even need her
She gave me pussy, wipe it with a beater
Open her mouth when I turn to skeet her
And when I'm done, hasta la vista her
Yeah
Hmm-mm
Hmm-mm
I can't go out sad, bulletproof my Caddy
More money than my dad
I said more money than my dad
That bitch that you with, yeah, already had, yeah, mmm, treat her just like a old hat
Like, mmm, countin' money
Hmm, stuck to the money
Hmm, stuck to the money
Hmm, come help me count money
Hmm, na-na, young nigga move so sci-fi
Like, mmm, gra-gra, I can turn fuck nigga tie dye
(Woo)
Pull up in a Tonka, the semi (Phew)
You don't got blue hunnids, bitch, you got pennies (Woo)
Only sip drank, I ain't sippin' no Henny (Woo)
Choppin' up Perc' 50, chop it like Benny's (Woo)
She eat my dick for the breakfast, like Denny's (Err)
Hey, I been in the game, finna pull it all out (Err)
They broke as a bitch, you runnin' your mouth (Phew-phew)
You run to your house (Err, shh)
You don't know what this 'bout
Yeah, I put this shit on the Devil, yeah, they been jackin' my style (Err, hey)
Uh, yeah, we could do it whenever, uh
I'm finna take the lil' crank (Err)
I turn the bed to a tank (Err)
So so good, make you faint (Err)
Yeah, piece of that shit, you could paint (Err)
And I'm rich, bitch, I'on complain (Err)
No, you can't get on my nerves on a plane (Err)
And the drank got me still but it's 'Pane (Err)
And these Percs started gettin' insane