
Valentino Gunna (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)
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[Intro: Future & Gunna]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah
[Verse 1: Gunna]
She thicker than Hannah Montana
I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana
2018 the Porsche Panamera
I got some racks on me, bitch, ain't no scammer (Racks)
She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)
I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud)
Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)
I been drippin' shit, you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah
Marc Jacob jacket, this expensive leather
The syrup and the Percs' got me floatin' like a feather (Floatin')
Broke that ho heart and didn't write her no letter
I'ma go hard, feel like I been gettin' better
And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)
I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture (Nah)
Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up
[Chorus: Gunna]
Yeah
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)
Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)
Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)
Valentino all over my body (Body)
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah
[Verse 1: Gunna]
She thicker than Hannah Montana
I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana
2018 the Porsche Panamera
I got some racks on me, bitch, ain't no scammer (Racks)
She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)
I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud)
Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)
I been drippin' shit, you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah
Marc Jacob jacket, this expensive leather
The syrup and the Percs' got me floatin' like a feather (Floatin')
Broke that ho heart and didn't write her no letter
I'ma go hard, feel like I been gettin' better
And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)
I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture (Nah)
Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up
[Chorus: Gunna]
Yeah
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)
Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)
Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)
Valentino all over my body (Body)
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