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letra de outta nothing - leesta

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
no no, no no no no
no, no
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
woah

[chorus]
lived in this money, i brought my own
drive the foreign car like a stolen car
had to cut her off, i ain’t worried ’bout it, i got more broads
i got more money, talkin’ money talk
you ain’t talkin’ that then we don’t correspond
take the top off the audi like the sports bra
phone on dnd, i can’t take no more calls
i put my phone on dnd
know they mad ’cause they tired of not bein’ me
know they b-tches mad that they not seein’ me
drop the pill inside my red bull with creatine
boy, you’re broke, can’t afford these amiri jeans
can’t love a hoe for nothing
tired of all this bluffin’
it’s crazy, i made so much sh-t outta nothing
[verse]
hop in the foreign with four exhausts
all my b-tches got ice in they jaws
finna hit from the back, blow her back in the [?]
bro, don’t trip, i collected my bag and the cost
porsche engine and the [?] with nos
know they jealous of me so they hate on the boss
ice on my ankles
put in her throat, sound like she get strangled
my main girl put salmon and basil on my bagels
take drugs ’cause i can’t live with myself
self-medication
been to the doctor’s put they didn’t provide me no help
she know i can’t cave in
been beggin’ and beggin’ and beggin’ me to come around
smokin’ on runtz ’cause i need that, i blow by the pound
trap all the way from the plane to the ground

[bridge]
yeah
lived in this money, i brought my own
drive the foreign car like i stole the car
had to cut her off, i ain’t trippin’ ’bout it, i got more broads
i got more money, i got more cars
[?] count it for me ’cause i work hard
boy, your rent money what my shirt cost
sippin’ hi-tech, we ain’t drinkin’ no smirnoff
[chorus]
yeah, yeah
lived in this money, i brought my own
drive the foreign car like i stole the car
had to cut her off, i ain’t worried ’bout it, i got more broads
i got more money, talkin’ money talk
you ain’t talkin’ that then we don’t correspond
take the top off the audi like the sports bra
phone on dnd, i can’t take no more calls
i put my phone on dnd
know they mad ’cause they tired of not bein’ me
know they b-tches mad that they not seein’ me
drop the pill inside my red bull with creatine
boy, you’re broke, can’t afford these amiri jeans
can’t love a hoe for nothing
tired of all this bluffin’
it’s crazy, i made so much sh-t outta nothing

- leesta

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