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Leave It To Me (feat. Onlybino!)
by Fotrill
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(Ah, Ah)
(Yeah)
(Yuh, Whew, Whew)
Uh
(Yuh, Wheeww)
Alright
(Ah, Ah, Ah)
Racks on me long, boy I'm counting this cheese, (cheese)
Smokin' a whole lot of gas to the chest it gon' make it kinda' hard to breath, (breathe)
I could tell you just don't know how to handle that shit, so just leave it to me, (leave it to me)
(Fotrill!)
I just get geeked out my motherfukin' mind and I go and rock out on the beat, (out on the beat)
Let's go, Let's go
High as fuck, booted up, baby girl I'm rollin' (rollin')
All these fuckin' racks on me, they gon' think it's stollen (stollen)
Diamonds jump, double dutch, all your jewelry bogus (bogus)
Flooded VV's water baby, my wrist like the ocean (ocean)
(Whew, whew)
Way to high, on the moon (on the moon)
I ain't never comin' down
Ah, Ah
Racks on racks I'm counting blues (I'm counting blues)
I know why they hate me now
I get guap too affluent
Nigga gon' copy my movement
Really don't want to get into it
Got a new house, she so clueless
She don't know what I'm doin'
I lied, oh yea I'll do it
But I know I ain't losin'
Cuz I know, way that it be the way that I talk
This bitch gettin' lost
Inside of my trance
I had to turn myself into a boss
I got to that guap
I said it again, yea
Walking 'round town with a hundred on me and a forty inside of my pants
I remember them days I was broke than a bitch, now my VVS diamonds, they dance
Walk in the club I don't need no I.D.
'Cuz you know Bino, I be on the scene
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Beat the beat up like Muhammad Ali
When you see me, know it's Rick on my jeans
Raf on my shoes and Vetements on me tee
No wonder niggas want to be just like B
No wonder niggas want to be just like B
Ran it up for real these pockets overload
Diamond wrist and neck, this jewelry on my cold
I got, different ways boy I could keep switchin' flow
I got, different cake boy I could spend it till it's gone
All these
Racks on me long, boy I'm counting this cheese, (cheese)
Smokin' a whole lot of gas to the chest it gon' make it kinda' hard to breath, (breathe)
I could tell you just don't know how to handle that shit, so just leave it to me, (leave it to me)
I just get geeked out my motherfukin' mind and I go and rock out on the beat, (out on the beat)
Lets go, Lets go
High as fuck, booted up, baby girl I'm rollin' (rollin')
All these fuckin' racks on me, they gon' think it's stollen (stollen)
Diamonds jump, double dutch, all your jewelry bogus (bogus)
Flooded VV's water baby, my wrist like the ocean (ocean)
(Whew, whew)
Way to high, on the moon (on the moon)
I ain't never comin' down
Ah, Ah
Racks on racks I'm counting blues (I'm counting blues)
I know why they hate me now
(Ah, Ah)
(Yeah)
(Yuh, Whew, Whew)
Uh
(Yuh, Wheeww)
Alright
(Ah, Ah, Ah)
Racks on me long, boy I'm counting this cheese, (cheese)
Smokin' a whole lot of gas to the chest it gon' make it kinda' hard to breath, (breathe)
I could tell you just don't know how to handle that shit, so just leave it to me, (leave it to me)
(Fotrill!)
I just get geeked out my motherfukin' mind and I go and rock out on the beat, (out on the beat)
Let's go, Let's go
High as fuck, booted up, baby girl I'm rollin' (rollin')
All these fuckin' racks on me, they gon' think it's stollen (stollen)
Diamonds jump, double dutch, all your jewelry bogus (bogus)
Flooded VV's water baby, my wrist like the ocean (ocean)
(Whew, whew)
Way to high, on the moon (on the moon)
I ain't never comin' down
Ah, Ah
Racks on racks I'm counting blues (I'm counting blues)
I know why they hate me now
I get guap too affluent
Nigga gon' copy my movement
Really don't want to get into it
Got a new house, she so clueless
She don't know what I'm doin'
I lied, oh yea I'll do it
But I know I ain't losin'
Cuz I know, way that it be the way that I talk
This bitch gettin' lost
Inside of my trance
I had to turn myself into a boss
I got to that guap
I said it again, yea
Walking 'round town with a hundred on me and a forty inside of my pants
I remember them days I was broke than a bitch, now my VVS diamonds, they dance
Walk in the club I don't need no I.D.
'Cuz you know Bino, I be on the scene
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Beat the beat up like Muhammad Ali
When you see me, know it's Rick on my jeans
Raf on my shoes and Vetements on me tee
No wonder niggas want to be just like B
No wonder niggas want to be just like B
Ran it up for real these pockets overload
Diamond wrist and neck, this jewelry on my cold
I got, different ways boy I could keep switchin' flow
I got, different cake boy I could spend it till it's gone
All these
Racks on me long, boy I'm counting this cheese, (cheese)
Smokin' a whole lot of gas to the chest it gon' make it kinda' hard to breath, (breathe)
I could tell you just don't know how to handle that shit, so just leave it to me, (leave it to me)
I just get geeked out my motherfukin' mind and I go and rock out on the beat, (out on the beat)
Lets go, Lets go
High as fuck, booted up, baby girl I'm rollin' (rollin')
All these fuckin' racks on me, they gon' think it's stollen (stollen)
Diamonds jump, double dutch, all your jewelry bogus (bogus)
Flooded VV's water baby, my wrist like the ocean (ocean)
(Whew, whew)
Way to high, on the moon (on the moon)
I ain't never comin' down
Ah, Ah
Racks on racks I'm counting blues (I'm counting blues)
I know why they hate me now
