Automatic Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro]
(DY Krazy)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish
And I done fell in love with all this money, I wan' marry it
My niggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin' it
Fresher than a manneq'
All this money make you panic
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I bring them cars out, nigga
I made it straight up out them trenches
Ever since, go all out winnin'
VVS's in all our pendants
I gave shawty Chanel filled with Bеnjis
I ain't know she'll ball out and spend it
When I see it, no waitin', I'm divin' in it
If you want it, you got it, don't do thе lendin'
In the back of the 'Bach with the richest linen
I got fifty, nothin' less stickin' out the glizzy
Got the latest Goyard with them bodies in it
From the front of the yard, I could dot a nigga
From the top of the bleed, I could spot a nigga
You know that I'm on it, you know that I'm holdin' it
Ain't no way, and if you play, I'ma pop a nigga
I ain't doin' no time, forever I'm chosen
Pull up throwin' them B's with a hundred pistols
But Quando my nigga, forever we rollin'
I'm twenty right now, been inside the system
I done ran it way up, nigga, I'm fully loaded
Bitch, I pull up, nigga
(DY Krazy)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish
And I done fell in love with all this money, I wan' marry it
My niggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin' it
Fresher than a manneq'
All this money make you panic
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I bring them cars out, nigga
I made it straight up out them trenches
Ever since, go all out winnin'
VVS's in all our pendants
I gave shawty Chanel filled with Bеnjis
I ain't know she'll ball out and spend it
When I see it, no waitin', I'm divin' in it
If you want it, you got it, don't do thе lendin'
In the back of the 'Bach with the richest linen
I got fifty, nothin' less stickin' out the glizzy
Got the latest Goyard with them bodies in it
From the front of the yard, I could dot a nigga
From the top of the bleed, I could spot a nigga
You know that I'm on it, you know that I'm holdin' it
Ain't no way, and if you play, I'ma pop a nigga
I ain't doin' no time, forever I'm chosen
Pull up throwin' them B's with a hundred pistols
But Quando my nigga, forever we rollin'
I'm twenty right now, been inside the system
I done ran it way up, nigga, I'm fully loaded
Bitch, I pull up, nigga
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