Money falling, fine b***h calling
Puffing gas and you know it got me coughing
Make it rain, finna make it pour
Goth b***h got Christian Dior
Make it storm got a new chain
Dumb b***h and she love giving brain
Counting money but to me it's all the same
With the gang and you know just how we gang
Shawty gothic, and she alcoholic
And you know I love the way that she toss it
Bitch quiet I ain't say no talking
Smoke a blunt while I'm sipping on some Coffee
Bad girl toxic puffing on the chronic
Running from my problems and you know I'm not stopping
I don't got no option she be on the offense
But you see me balling like I'm James Harden
Didn't even mean what I said to you
If you want to link up I got a table for two
It be early in the morning but I'm up for you
So if you wanna say wassup baby girl come through
Come through, come through, give me Deja Vu
Because we been here before and ain't there nothing new
Come through, Come through, let me know what's the move
I'm on a one way track ima head to the moon
Money falling, fine b***h calling
Puffing gas and you know it got me coughing
Make it rain, finna make it pour
Goth b***h got Christian Dior
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