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letra de plastic bag - frazier trill

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[verse]
money on my mind, b-tch, i grind, i’m a king (king)
i’ma serve that n-gga, treat that boy like he a fiend (fiend)
i know you hating on me, send them shots, i bet he scream (grrah)
i’ma f-ck your b-tch, yeah, she thought about me in her dream (ha)
diamonds dance, tell me what you [?] b-tch, i’m the man (man)
f-cking with the gang, pull up on you, know i’m spraying (grrah)
jelly hit my line, said he got it for the low (brr)
i pull up on you n-gga, hop out on you, let it go (trill)
f-cking on your b-tch, she so thick, she on the floor (gang)
i’ma get some money, add it up and watch it grow (grow)
i’ma f-ck your b-tch, i put my d-ck all in her throat
i’ma get some money, that’s the only way to go (trill)
made ten bands off a five dollar scale (yeah)
i’ma move the work, n-gga, i don’t need help
in the trap, i’m on fire b-tch, i might melt (gang)
f-cking with the game, i’ma murk you by myself (grrah)
you know i get them packs, i run my city like i’m the mail (trill)
money on my mind, get it in, over there (yeah)
pack touchdown, boy, it came up out the l (trill)
you know it ain’t fair, i been doing my thing, h-ll yeah, yeah, yeah
b-tch, you tryna f-ck with me, you know i don’t care
you a hating n-gga so you know i won’t spill (grrah), i’ma send a sh-ll (grrah)
n-ggas acting tough, your label put you on the shelf (d-mn)
i been getting money ’til there ain’t nothing left (trill)
b-tch, you wanna f-ck with me, i told her i ain’t got time
i’ma get the money ’cause i feel like it’s all mine (trill)
yeah, yeah, yeah, you waste your money, b-tch, you a dumbf-ck
i be on the block, adding it up, putting that sh-t up
know i got a shoebox full of hundreds somewhere (gang)
n-gga hating on me, i’m getting money everywhere
n-ggas act like they lit, you ain’t lit at all
i’ma get money, spend it all at the mall (trill)
make it back the next day, b-tch, i really ain’t playing (no cap)
head back to my hood, run it up ’cause i’m the man (trill)
[outro]
made ten bands off a five dollar scale
i’ma move the work, n-gga, i don’t need help
in the trap, i’m on fire b-tch, i might melt
f-cking with the game, i’ma murk you by myself
you know i get them packs, i run my city like i’m the mail

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