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I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
I just want racks
For an ap
I saw the price
And it's making me day dream
I fantasize about making it daily
You fantasize about making a baby
Cop me a coupe
I just want a Mercedes
Rounding the the troops
And we making it crazy
Back in the stu
When you niggas try play me
I never knew
When you niggas gon pay me
I pull up with the stick
You pull up with the clique
Cause you niggas would die for the Damn clout
I be hitting lick
I be taking your chick
Running up on the bank and we cash Out
I be making it flip
I don't need an assist
Counting up all the racks in the trap house
I be take a hit
When she sit on the tip
Sucking all of my soul in her damn mouth
On the low low
Counting the blessing yeah yeah
No photos
When she start undressing yeah yeah
She want promo
When she start confessing yeah yeah
Screaming yolo
When she start expressing yeah yeah
I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
I told my momma
I swear on my mama
We gonna make it to the top floor
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
She want Gabbana
Get her dripping in designer
WRITERS
Gosego Keitsemore
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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