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letra de notice - jarri

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[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(all that sh-t, yes yes, it’s flowing)
(but she ain’t notice)

[chorus]
(yeah, yeah)
no, i ain’t trolling
all my pockets fat, lil’ b-tch, like, have you seen the motion?
b-tch, i got my bag and all my cash, this sh-t stay flowin’
and my hoe don’t give a f-ck
yeah, my lil’ hoe, yeah, she didn’t notice
(but she ain’t notice)

[verse]
i got some more bread
get this sh-t, count up, then i’m gonna flex
i’m ’bout to run up these checks
hoe keep on talking, i don’t got to stress
run up my bands, i’ma count it, like yeah-yeah
i’m ’bout to get to a million
stack this sh-t up to the ceiling
lil’ hoe, you don’t know the feeling (woah, woah)
i’m ’bout to up at the top
lil’ b-tch, i’m ’bout to jump off of the building
my lil’ hoe, she don’t understand
but she wanna f-ck, so i told her “for real then” (she wanna f-ck, f-ck, f-ck)
december night, this sh-t chillin’
matter fact, all this sh-t cold
lil’ n-gga, you not that bold
come in, you don’t got the code
i just be runnin’ these bands, b-tch
hop out the plane, where i land? b-tch (b-tch, b-tch)
that n-gga don’t got no fans, b-tch
i’m ‘bot to shoot at his man
f-cked that lil’ hoe, she can’t stand (yeah)
get all my cash, do a dance (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and i still run up these bands (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
(yeah, yeah)
no, i ain’t trolling
all my pockets fat, lil’ b-tch, like, have you seen the motion?
b-tch, i got my bag and all my cash, this sh-t stay flowin’
and my hoe don’t give a f-ck
yeah, my lil’ hoe, yeah, she didn’t notice
(but she ain’t notice)
(yeah, yeah)
no, i ain’t trolling
all my pockets fat, lil’ b-tch, like, have you seen the motion?
b-tch, i got my bag and all my cash, this sh-t stay flowin’
and my hoe don’t give a f-ck
yeah, my lil’ hoe, yeah, she didn’t notice
(but she ain’t notice)

[refrain]
(yeah, yeah)
no, i ain’t trolling
all my pockets fat, lil’ b-tch, like, have you seen the motion?
b-tch, i got my bag and all my cash, this sh-t stay flowin’
and my hoe don’t give a f-ck
yeah, my lil’ hoe, yeah, she didn’t notice
(but she ain’t notice)
i got some more bread
get this sh-t, count up, then i’m gonna flex
i’m ’bout to run up these checks
hoe keep on talking, i don’t got to stress

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