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letra de no makeup - 4l gang

[intro]
that’s my daddy (4 on the beat)
when you start having your way with them dollars
you put the gucci on your collar
double g’s
snakes on me
tellin’ ya

[verse 1: real dinero]
i’m having my way with these dollars and now i got snakes on my collar
g-g-gabbana on me like a model, i’m dripping like i’m at met gala (splash, splash)
you know i’m the slimiest snake, so i gotta keep me a rattle
the gang ain’t going for nothin’, we pullin’ up deep like a cattle
hop in the foreign, i’m floorin’ it
i got them new racks in, you know i’m enjoyin’ it
having my way and i’m showing it
big bankroll on me, sh-t, can’t stop blowin’ it
real hood, baby, i come from the bottom
amiri on me, you know that i drip like a model
i put that sh-t on my toddler
we havin’ rackies, you know that sh-t is not a problem

[chorus: real dinero]
i likе my b-tch no makeup
wanna f-ck with the gang, get your cakе up (wanna f-ck with the gang, get your cake up)
most of these n-gga fakers
spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers (spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers)
i’ma make him meet his maker
that’s your b-tch? well, my lil’ bro finna take her (my bro finna take her)
i done got me a bag, signed me a deal
now i’m flexing with this paper
i like my b-tch no makeup
wanna f-ck with the gang, get your cake up (get your cake up)
most of these n-gga fakers
spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers (spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers)
i’ma make him meet his maker
that’s your b-tch? well, my lil’ bro finna take her (my bro gon’ take her)
i done got me a bag, signed me a deal
now i’m flexing with this paper (yeah, we havin’ real fun)
[verse 2: lee ten]
we spin like the lakers
i put on my mask and turn to a taker
i’m finna wake the drac’ up (wake up)
go spin on they block, make it shake like a quaker
these f-ck n-ggas faker
he reach for my chain, now he shot like a layup (shot)
came up, i’ma stay up (i’m stayin’)
two to his chest, let the blackout fill his face up
havin’ my way with these racks and you know they can’t fit in my skinnies
the gang ain’t going for sh-t, we tuckin’ the chopper in lenox
i hit this lil’ b-tch from the back, i’m k!llin’ it just like a menace
i put the glock in his mouth and i let the glock be the dentist

[chorus: real dinero]
i like my b-tch no makeup
wanna f-ck with the gang, get your cake up (wanna f-ck with the gang, get your cake up)
most of these n-gga fakers
spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers (spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers)
i’ma make him meet his maker
that’s your b-tch? well, my lil’ bro finna take her (my bro finna take her)
i done got me a bag, signed me a deal
now i’m flexing with this paper
i like my b-tch no makeup
wanna f-ck with the gang, get your cake up (get your cake up)
most of these n-gga fakers
spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers (spin a benz, shooting shot like the lakers)
i’ma make him meet his maker
that’s your b-tch? well, my lil’ bro finna take her (my bro gon’ take her)
i done got me a bag, signed me a deal
now i’m flexing with this paper (yeah, we havin’ real fun)
[verse 3: mitty mitt]
having my way with these dollars
i walked in the cookie store drippin’ in dolce & gabbana
chanel on my feet, not no prada
just flew to l.a., but i ball like a harlem globetrotter
put a hundred rounds under the chopper
i whip out the stick, make ’em dance like he nle choppa
turn a basic b-tch into a model
i’m fresh as a b-tch on the block, treat it like the met gala
i done came up and these n-ggas can’t stand it
i’m smokin’ pound cake but it taste like candy
wanna f-ck with the gang, get some paper
i was dead broke but i f-cked ’round and found me a bandage
how you gon’ hate on me?
got the glock in my pocket and i got that paper on me
cartier frames with the double c’s
amiri my jeans and i’m rockin’ the louis v tee

- 4l gang

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