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Mohls být nahoře tak jako já, ale vybral sis divadlo
Do vany money prší, nonstop bomby, koukni, co mě drží, uh
Chytlo se mě štěstí, řeklo mi, že mě jen

serve il ghost
Un tuo loss diventa un mio stonks
E dolle, e dolle, e dolle, e dolle
I'te truffe, money talk
Dregher, bevo con le Crocs
Dieci ferri,

the odyssey (yeah)
It's here for you, for me
Just listen, find the magic key-key-key-key (listen up)

Blissful days, what you gonna do?
Still I miss my old

bitch for 100 seasons
The world fucking sees us and where the fuck is Jesus

Ephesians
6 verse 11
Wish worth 300 billi cash money
Riding around in a crown

In the middle of the night
I fear I'd lost my mind
Used to feel the colour now my world turns black and white
Seven years old
Losing that part

scrilla
Put you in the old day reminiscin'
Think about granny with all of them switches
Jump off the porch, hit the ground doin' sixty
Left everything

Hot gyal
Hot like Jamaican whether
Ah mi dat
Fill up mash with pepper
My new gyal got all my old tings jealous
Spin, spin like David Guetta

I

And y'all got somethin' to say when I get back, then talk to me
And then we'll talk
They need to put that shit in front of you
I'm fifty-one years old

too grown So i can’t just sit around patiently Realised that I can’t wait on them Cus nobodies gonna wait for me I told my old ting that I’m still

money just to flex on y'all
Now, look who was mothafuckin' wrong

You saying you was worried 'bout me, ha?
Worried 'bout me, ha?
You never gave

my life and I live it my way
Girl by my side but that's just my side bae
Anything you want girl I go pay
Don gorgon I need money like Dangote
Uncle

on, let me throw my shades on, now I'm in that mode
He weren't tryna get no money early, now that boy too old
Why these haters worry 'bout the kid,

got touched, skipped death
Fuck gyal, get money, and I don't take threat
I'm an opp, opp boy, and I know that well
Will I die by the sword? Only time

with the fatal shooting by
Police of an un-armed black teenager
The FBI has now opened an
Investigation of the shooting
The shooting of eighteen year
Old

partner in crime, we was doin' fraud

My partner in crime, we did it together
Baby, I really wish we was together
But I know you too old and I'm too young

some people that i’ll never be cool with
I seen the devil tell a lie up in the pulpit
My mama took my birthday money when i was 10 years old
Ya damn

on my hands
Blood on my hands
Blood on my hands
Blood on my hands
Blood on my hands

The old days are long gone (long gone)
Swear to God, I knew

my old cats so I can drop 'em some ounces
That's for when you let me sleep in your houses, thank you

Never let them play with your reputation
For

her ear (baddie)
She makin' 'em stare (yeah) 
And her friend bad too, can we share? (Hey)
And my old bitch tryna compare (why?)
But my new bitch

Heels (Kappa)
Unter der Jeans Heckler & Koch doch kein'n Appetit (Kappa)
Smoke nicht von dei'm Weed, bin nicht in dei'm Team, mein Money ist clean