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Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties I’ll buy ’em like JordansGive her a couple of thousands now she […]

LyricsAdvertisements I’m gettin’ paidCartier glasses they sit on my faceI ain’t throwin’ shadeI’m gettin’ money, I ain’t in the wayI

LyricsAdvertisements Southside on the track, yeahSouthsideSouthsideYeah I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside (Southside)Long live

Cook that shit up Quay!4 pockets full nigga, yeahAdvertisements Is you mad?‘Cause I’m gettin’ cash (I’m gettin’ cash)It ain’t my

LyricsAdvertisements Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bankI drank this shit by the pintIf we leave then we fuckin’

Yeah, yeahWe ain’t talked in like a week straightI been all on the interstateI been tryna go and get this

LyricsAdvertisements YeahWheezy outta here The dash, it’s digi’, the schedule busyMy head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodieMy cousins

“Exotic”(feat. Starlito)Advertisements [Lil Baby:]Tay Keith, fuck these niggas upThe 12 get behind me, I’ma smash itThat Z06 so fast, hope

YeahCook that shit up Quay!I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streetsKnow what I’m saying?

LyricsYeah, SouthsideI go nuts on Southside BeatsBaby, okaySuper Bowl ring, we ballin’ hard, we won the championshipEverybody got somethin’ to