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letra de how much - dj bandz & ytb fatt

[intro: ytb fatt]
i’m tellin’ you, bruh, it’s like, this just how it’s gon’ be like (dj bandz, aw, man)
you gon’ really see who your real friends are when the smoke just heavy, bruh, you just—
tell a motherf-cker to come through every night
you just gon’ hit the floor, hit back or just get out the way (how much?)
huh, huh, how much? (how much, n-gga? somethin’ you just say, you know, somethin’ you just— you know)
how much? (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
tell me how much, n-gga? (some n-ggas had stopped comin’ around, i’m tellin’ you i don’t like it)
how much, n-gga? (i’m gettin’ blitzed)
n-gga, how much? (uh)

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
i got— huh, huh, i gotta blitz, n-gga
i’m tellin’ the folks you ain’t came through did, you ain’t even hit sh-t, n-gga
“what kind of music you recordin’, what kinda music you makin’?”
n-gga, i make that kind of music where you hop out and hit ’em, n-gga
say that’s how he promote, makin’ that smackin’ sh-t music got me a million, n-gga
i know a couple n-ggas so high, they don’t even know who out to get them (my smackers)
i know a couple n-ggas so loyal, they still gon’ ride with ’em (foxes)
i know one lady house that be gettin blitzed but she still live in it (my grandma)
back the u-haul in, the loads here, let’s get busy
i just went half on a casamigos and wings, the hoes here (let’s make a toast)
call the driver, get some more bottles, let’s throw a party, n-gga
i’m rich for real, i got mo’ dollars than my followers, n-gga (how much?)

[chorus: ytb fatt]
i know it was off the gp, bruh, but i still gotta gon’ give (how much?)
i gotta give you somethin’, bruh, i gotta, i gotta handle this (n-gga, how much?)
i gotta put somethin’ in your pocket, my n-ggas ass sweep (how much, n-gga? say it, how much, n-gga?)
y’all n-ggas hit sh-t, blitz, don’t test me, go the other way (n-gga, how much you gon’ charge me? don’t tax me, n-gga)
[verse 2: ytb fatt]
ain’t too many n-ggas you can name that’s hotter, n-gga
i just sent a blitz and wanna hear ’em, frrt, aw
i just flew a couple smackers in, all it took was to show ’em a picture
all i did was show ’em your schedule and whereabouts and show ’em how to hit you
let’s get this sh-t done, i got a man gon’ show y’all the city
got a man gon’ show y’all how to maneuver and high-speed them b-tches
n-gga, don’t call my phone for guns or bond money, i’m just payin’ the ticket
n-gga, don’t call my phone if you in the f-ckin’ jailhouse, period (how much?)

- dj bandz ytb fatt

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