Chorus:
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
Verse 1:
See me skrt off Benz Benz Benz
B***h I criss-crossed all my exes usin’ pens
I don’t take loss I still get to f**k your friends
Got a big box full o’ Richard Mille thangs
Spend that money fast I be spendin’ n***a
Flyin’ first class, window fuck the middle
Little blunt ash smokin on a missile
Elevated sex n***a have yo’ ever
Came wid benefits had to give a little
Times I reminesced havin’ juss a little
Tries and tries I miss felt like Bosh like Chris
Improvised a trick b***h I cracked the riddle
Chorus:
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
Verse 1:
See me skrt off Benz Benz Benz
B***h I criss-crossed all my exes usin’ pens
I don’t take loss I still get to f**k your friends
Got a big box full o’ Richard Mille thangs
Spend that money fast I be spendin’ n***a
Flyin’ first class, window fuck the middle
Little blunt ash smokin on a missile
Elevated sex n***a have yo’ ever
Came wid benefits had to give a little
Times I reminesced havin’ juss a little
Tries and tries I miss felt like Bosh like Chris
Improvised a trick b***h I cracked the riddle
Chorus:
Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala
Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to
Wrist froze wrist white like ice
Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price
Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life
Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
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