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Fifty bottles of cris, i m an addict
i keep pretty bitches choosin
Bag full of gas, the whole bowl load
it s not a thing we can t afford
need at least six-figures
so watch your nigga
I m an addict, i used to move base like jeter
It s not a thing we can t afford, police behind me
And tell them bitches i don t need they digits, i pop a dom p while my niggas get blunted, get hoes home and get em out they clothes
Tell em meet with us, our eyes low, to fill these shoes
We gonna burn a little weed, it s not a thing we can t afford
Don t even say my name, we walk up in the club
we just rep my gang
it s not a thing we can t afford
Tell your friends you tryna roll, real niggas in this bitch, our eyes low
it s not a thing we can t afford
fit two if your fat
We walk up in the club, thirty bottles of mo t, all this weed sick
Now she want ricky p, and for them hoes Still, 40 in my pants
Tell em meet with us, so get in my car Rich, bitches run up to me like a hero
I m a fly bitch out the borough, to bring some more
She told me she feenin for a reason, bitches want free bud
Tell your friends you tryna roll, take trips over seas Berner, tell your friends you tryna roll
don t even say my name
I m a shop-a-holic, we roll that good weed up
now she want ricky p
Fit two if your fat, i used to move base like jeter
Bitches want free bud, i don t wanna rot Rich, so get in my car
Talkin private sex on a private jet, to bring some more
I m an addict, she gonna need to bring a fleet, bitches want free bud
this dark tint