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designer cause I'm on my grind
Bought a bottle but it ain't bacardi
Now you know it's a party
Touch me get hit with the 9 milami
My g's right next to me
I'm

say the bill on me
He make sure to put it down And never lie to me
You don't need a Rubberband Let em fall on me

Love it when he put his dreads on me

name is? 지켜 예술없는 나의 pay bills

I dont wanna go back 난 그저 걸었어 on my way
수 많은 선택 속의 후회 난 고집불통이었던 애
미련은 멍청한거라고 머리에 남았어 마치 사고
매일이 반복 drown my sarrow on my

Gotta drink before and after work
Get to the bottom of the bottle, don't it hurt?
Givin' this world a yellow fever, add the note
It's for you to hike

of the bills
She maxed out my credit card right up – to the gills
She cleaned me out – the house was an empty box
Then a woman in the front row – she said,

like felines, I know they watch like prime time, We gone pop bottles all night long, Now they wanna blow up my phone, I remember a time of jokes, When

the bill is tall. 
I’m mean dis shit is raw. I see these bitches raw. 
Chop it like it’s slaw. Any minute claw. 
Any minute flaw. Let my shit massage, 
Where

in your brain and you struggle but couldn't get it
This a message in a bottle
It's false hope that it gets to you
But if you get it I hope you let it

talking about me like what's the dilemma I blew up too soon
Now we popping them bottles in Gucci Channel
Christian Boutin
Red bottom heels
Put in our blood

I'm made made of more

Bitches and bottles
We giving endorsement
Niggas in black
We giving promotions
Welcome on board
We giving donations
You feeling

Twenty niggas swinging if a sucker get to bumping
Hating cause Im stunting they just mad I'm getting money
Two hundred in bottles got these bitches getting

on top, you ain't got the rock
I pass the ball up to the homie let em take a shot
He downed the bottle now he thinking that we on a yacht
He getting got I

Im just stunt
Smelling like skunk
Light up a wood it goes straight to my lungs
My cup it be muddy its all in my gumbs
Empty the bottle we litty we

the VIP lounge with ah bottle Ciroc 
if it ain’t belvedere than it ain’t top shelf if I came here by myself
 I bet I’m leaving withcha girl 

Verse 3
So you

a nickname for the whip amen
on everything/
Imma turn the U chain to a Q chain/
I’m not one of them ones I’m one of one/
Hundred dollar bill rain down in

know a model
Who down the whole bottle
But she might really fall in love with me
I gotta skrr skrr
Cause I think my main is on to me
I think her momma is

pinky ring this bitch a big freak
She popping pussy switch the shoes up like every week
How she pay her light bill
Stay outta womens biz
Stay outta DM if

hustle
And no time to fold our hands
Billing everywhere, everywhere, we fire the atmosphere
Brother if you nor work you go chop bottle
When you work Abba

bottles
Shh Shh
Not a word dawg we know nada
Ay
Know I ride with my clique bitch
Sixteen in this clip bitch
Aint no 40 on my hip
Know I walk it like I talk

and gin, the bottles never end
There's no way we can ever stop
Throw the bowl to the keys, and get up from your knees
Spill out into the streets, no, don't

nothing
Man you dumb motherfuckers always out here frontin'
Drown the sorrows through another bottle
These rappers, all the same, it's best to remodel
I

Heaven
You ain't never had a hard pill
That you had to swallow
You ain't never poured your pain
Your feeling in that bottle
You ain't never had to go

refills on bottles of pills
Feeling chills about piles of bills
Silent deals crushing free wills
While fates are sealed on window sills
Eyeballs stare, they

yeah
I know a model
Who down the whole bottle
But she might really fall in love with me
I gotta skrr skrr
Cause I think my main bitch is on to me
I think