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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 balcony
Into the crowd because I want to

God damn I feel good
Sure that you already know
One things understood
Ain’t nothin that can stop my glow
Mmmm dog gonit
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 balcony
Into the crowd because I want to

Oh, seriously, look at myself
Condom model over here
Oh, seriously, look at my flow
Colder than a polar bear
Oh, straight up I’m an awesome person
Oh, you ain’t ready for this sauce I’m serving
Oh, straight up, I’m an awesome person
Oh, you ain’t ready for the sauce

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 theres science behind my conniving
I’m refined and violent
Throw the lime in, fine dine the hyman
Swag
Swag
(Ah)

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 balcony
Into the crowd because I want to

(Hey)
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
(Hey)
Swear to God, if you could throw it at me
That I’ll grab it and fuck it up

Oh, 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 skinamax
Oh you just jealous because my bedroom sounds like
It’s a fucking womens tennis match

(Ah)
I feel good
(Oh-ah)
I feel good
(Yeah)
I feel good
(Oh-ah)
I feel good
(Alright, yeah, alright)
(I feel good)

I got guns, hoes, money, dro
(Feel good)
Cars, boats, (oh I feel good) you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals
Hold up, whoa (hey)

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