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I got guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa
You name it guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa
You name it
I'm throwing money off the balcony into
The crowd because I want to
God damn I feel good
Sure that you already know
(Sure that you already know)
One things understood
Ain't nothin' that can stop my glow
(Nothin' that can stop my glow)
M-m-m-m dog gonit
Can't I just take my time?
(Can't I just take my time?)
All these clout chasing
Motherfuckers rushin'
All around me I'm like
Bitch hold your horses
(Prof you're the best) i'm like true I am
Rosario Dawson know who I am
If it's cool with you
Girl I could move right in
You do not understand just how cool I am
Like see, look at me, look at me
I'm on a beach
Don't try to holler cause I'm out of reach
I got no service, I'm out on the keys
A couple woman, my dollars and me
Bout to go swimming, thank God I'm a G
One shot for me, Un bebidas para ti
Let's skinny dip in the sea
(You know what I'm saying
I'd rather do things we remember later
You know what I mean?)
I got guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa
You name it guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa
You name it
I'm throwing money off the balcony into
The crowd because I want to
Oooh, seriously, look at myself
Condom model over here
Oooh, seriously, look at my flow
Colder than a polar bear
Oooh, straight up I'm an awesome person
Oooh, you ain't ready for
This sauce I'm serving
Oooh, straight up, I'm an awesome person
Oooh, you ain't ready for the sauuuce
Young Pookie, your highness
Gone find the finest vaginas
From China to Thailand
Got 'em whinin', why not combine 'em?
Pardon me let me chime in
But there's science behind my conniving
I'm refined and violent
Throw the lime in, fine dine the hymen swag
Swag (Aaaahh)
I got guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa
You name it guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa
You name it
I'm throwing money off the balcony into
The crowd because I want to
(Hey) fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Hey)
Swear to God
If you could throw it at me that
I'll grab it and fuck it up (Hey)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Hey)
Swear to God
If you could throw it at me that
I'll grab it and fuck it up
Oooh, how bout that drink
You gonna finish that?
If your bro talking shit I'm
Gon' get his ass
I got two hands that gon' fit his ass
Knock him out cold, he gon' shit his ass
Talk on the phones up in Trinidad
Bout to make films up on Skinemax
Oh you just jealous because my bedroom
Sound like it's a fucking
Women's tennis match (Aaahh)
I feel good (O-o-o ohh ahhhh)
I feel good (yeah)
I feel good (O-o-o ohh ahhhh)
I feel good (Alright, yeah, alright)
(I feel good)
I got guns, hoes, money, dro (Feel good)
Cars, boats
(ooooh I feel good) you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa (hey)
WRITERS
Jordan Beyer, Jacob Anderson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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