Lyrics: Tomás Vázquez
Music: Tainiy Kick
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Bitch, we got 20 minutes
Brand new car, I hop out
That lil' bitch just got real distant
Brand new ****ing kicks
Bitch, I need you on my team
**** yo ex, he not yo thing
Bought you tickets in the nosebleeds
Why you still with him?
I'm like woah wo-wo woah woah
Where you tryna go?
Woah wo-wo woah woah
Racks all on the floor
Movie scene, kill that mother****er like he's 2
Shopping spree, yeah I take your bitch
Like every ****ing week
Calling on my phone
Yeah, your bitch don't wanna be yours
If she hate me, then she hate me
Yeah, I got a couple more
It's a whole lotta dollar bills
Why they on the floor?
You told me that my influence is bad
But you one of us
Run up all these ****ing bands alone
Don't know who to trust
Said I loved you, wait I loved you
But I really didn't mean it
Why you say we still together?
Bae, can you not ****ing leave it?
Chains swinging, girls singing
Yeah, I ****ing need this
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Bitch, we got 20 minutes
Brand new car, I hop out
That lil' bitch just got real distant
Brand new ****ing kicks
Bitch, I need you on my team
**** yo ex, he not yo thing
Bought you tickets in the nosebleeds
Why you still with him?
I'm like woah wo-wo woah woah
Where you tryna go?
Woah wo-wo woah woah
Racks all on the floor
Racks racks racks, yeah
I'm counting racks, yeah
Ain't no cheap thrills
Only rich ones, yeah
There's a party in the house
I'm like jump ju-jump jump
Bae te dije que te amo
Ahora **** out of my face
I got racks up in my crib
Bitch, I don't even need no safe
Cuento cero cero cero pero nunca 'tamos bien
Bitch, are you ballin?
I got racks up in this crib
You be stallin'