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Haha, yeah
Uh
Yeah (I love you kyleaux)
New flows I'm running it, this ain't bout the math now
I just get a hunnid figures quick like I past out
Runnin' up the bands in my coupe like I'm in Cash Cow
Do the mathematics bout the money bring the cash out
Back in like I blacked out
Sorry in advance 'cause when you text me I got bands now
Used to be the so called "G.O.A.T" but you is whack now
Can't give you a follow-back 'cause I got hella fans now
When you hear the choppa sounds
You better run for the prize
Rockin' Gucci, rock Balenci, that's some Prada my tie
Like family ties, Kenny said we gon' be alright huh
Imma go get me this money then pull up with choppas then imma pull up with a bad bih
Two phones like Baby Keem
Shawty bad and she rock Celine
Boutta cop me a diamond ring
Hunnid rounds and I let it sing
Sounds like cap to you but what's more cap is like your attitude
Do it back to you 'cause when I talk, it's like I'm mad at you
When I pull up, they put me up just like a pedestal
And I got hella hoes they call my phone like uh
Yeah, ehe, shinininuehe, woah, yeah, uhuh
Oh, summer was a long time
Too much pressure for a rough guy
Need me a min' I can rewind
Broke my heart, cherry red wine
Summer was a long time
Too much pressure for a rough guy
Need me a min' I can rewind
Broke my heart, cherry red wine
Summer was a long time
Too much pressure for a rough guy
Need me a min' I can rewind
Broke my heart, cherry red wine
Oh, ah, I need, I need you
Oh yeah, uh, hmm, yeah
Oh, ah, I need, I need you
Oh yeah, uh, hmm, yeah
Summer was a long time
Too much pressure for a rough guy
Need me a min' I can rewind
Broke my heart, cherry red wine
Summer was a long time
Too much pressure for a rough guy