Possible Mike WiLL Made-It (Ft. DeJ Loaf & F1JO)
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[Chorus: F1JO]
Drippin' in diamonds, covered in gold
I flooded my AP, I'm outta control
I'm still in the gutter, dippin' them Os
Workin' them euros, I'm out of control
When you're gettin' dinero, more things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
When you hustle like I do, all things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
[Verse 1: F1JO]
I come from the ghetto, I just wanna be rich
Now the money is comin', ain't that a bitch
My crib like perfection, baby show me them tits
If money could talk, these niggas ain't sayin' shit
Ain't afraid of the po-po, pussy nigga I'm lit
I take care of my family, you spend cake on a bitch
You gon' get her the Louis bag, I'ma give her this dick
She gon' come back for more, call that money well spent
I started from zero, took that to a hunnid
Brought that to a thou wow, now play with them stacks now
Catch me in traffic, but that could be tragic
Got a couple new shooters, get you laid in a casket
[Chorus: F1JO]
Drippin' in diamonds, covered in gold
I flooded my AP, I'm outta control
I'm still in the gutter, dippin' them Os
Workin' them euros, I'm out of control
When you're gettin' dinero, more things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
When you hustle like I do, all things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
Drippin' in diamonds, covered in gold
I flooded my AP, I'm outta control
I'm still in the gutter, dippin' them Os
Workin' them euros, I'm out of control
When you're gettin' dinero, more things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
When you hustle like I do, all things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
[Verse 1: F1JO]
I come from the ghetto, I just wanna be rich
Now the money is comin', ain't that a bitch
My crib like perfection, baby show me them tits
If money could talk, these niggas ain't sayin' shit
Ain't afraid of the po-po, pussy nigga I'm lit
I take care of my family, you spend cake on a bitch
You gon' get her the Louis bag, I'ma give her this dick
She gon' come back for more, call that money well spent
I started from zero, took that to a hunnid
Brought that to a thou wow, now play with them stacks now
Catch me in traffic, but that could be tragic
Got a couple new shooters, get you laid in a casket
[Chorus: F1JO]
Drippin' in diamonds, covered in gold
I flooded my AP, I'm outta control
I'm still in the gutter, dippin' them Os
Workin' them euros, I'm out of control
When you're gettin' dinero, more things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
When you hustle like I do, all things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
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