
did dat shiiii ˂3 LUCKI
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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
How much in my? Uh, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy
How much in my bank?
Take you to spend that shit, I did that shit
Ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
How much of my?
Ooh, ayy, ooh, ooh
Yuh, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
How much in my bank?
Take you to spend that shit, I did that shit
I'm so used to the fakes
Start to defend that shit, I'm sick of that shit
[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, I want bougie hoes
Don't want no friendly-ass bitch
She aimin' that shit
I don't drive no V unless we turn that shit
You numb to me
Plus I'm off these thirties, I ain't feelin' that shit
In love with me
Lie to me while I'm high so I don't remember that shit
Super sport, leather seats
Summertime I get sick of that shit
Spend it like it's destiny
God planned on me getting that shit
Thought this part of Hollywood
Don't tell me what my bitches did
Just touched down, I miss the drank
I gotta take a trip to sip
Death only hurt when it’s close to you
Thinkin' 'bout what you coulda did
Relapsed, broke my oath with you
Last week I was just a kid
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
How much in my? Uh, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy
How much in my bank?
Take you to spend that shit, I did that shit
Ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
How much of my?
Ooh, ayy, ooh, ooh
Yuh, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
How much in my bank?
Take you to spend that shit, I did that shit
I'm so used to the fakes
Start to defend that shit, I'm sick of that shit
[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, I want bougie hoes
Don't want no friendly-ass bitch
She aimin' that shit
I don't drive no V unless we turn that shit
You numb to me
Plus I'm off these thirties, I ain't feelin' that shit
In love with me
Lie to me while I'm high so I don't remember that shit
Super sport, leather seats
Summertime I get sick of that shit
Spend it like it's destiny
God planned on me getting that shit
Thought this part of Hollywood
Don't tell me what my bitches did
Just touched down, I miss the drank
I gotta take a trip to sip
Death only hurt when it’s close to you
Thinkin' 'bout what you coulda did
Relapsed, broke my oath with you
Last week I was just a kid
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