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letra de hella clothes remix - mani dollaz

i spend money on clothes that you e never seen before
half a thousand on this belt ’cause it’s ferragamo
i got that gucci on my waist, people tellin’ me its a waste like
“why don’t you get a $10 belt from walmart or something?”
man that sounds like it’s some hate
i do what i want, go get your cake
i came from the bottom, now it’s ok
i work too hard, i got no time for play
i got no time for play or conversation
’cause you know i’m always chasin’ first money then education
this is my life, and y’all are claymation
that’s fake, you’re slow, you’re scheming on the low
i been living life with no regrets, consistent with cash flow
if you’re tryna ball, let’s go to the mall
head to footlocker and buy them all
if your girlfriend rings, ignore that call
n-ggas are mad my money’s tall
i got a hundred pairs of shoes and d-mn i never wore them all
something else i gotta you best believe my closet is full
i got a thousand or so t-shirts
you seen that like “oh my jeepers”
and i can’t forget my sponsors
shout out rudeboy
i stay fitted huh?

i got h-lla clothes homie, i got h-lla clothes
no new friends homie, only shopping with the bros
i got h-lla clothes homie, i got h-lla clothes
never stressing about a female, never chasing after hoes
i know you’ve never seen before all this money spent on clothes
everybody stops and stares screaming out “what are those?”
i like the finer things in life, never stress in paradise
everybody’s just your friend for the money that you spend oh

listen, h-lla clothes, h-lla hoes, if you need em, i’ll sell you some
if you say no then you a fool
it’s obvious you ain’t got none
i pull up in some low-key sh-t
i got in a day what took you months
me and mani out here flexin’
ain’t no eyes that ain’t on us
takin’ b-tches l-st
when they get home, it’s discussed
slowly losing trust
she said f-ck it, came with us
it’s because our ‘fits are rough
we stay hungry, gotta grub
never show no love
sorry to cause all this fuss
honestly, i give no f-cks
leave all b-tches in the dust
in the paint we post em up
i 180 then slam dunk
pull my sword out like i’m trunks
and slay ’em all at once
not even tryna stunt, i guess i’m just too blunt
benji
i can’t help it if my trueys h-lla clean
what can i do if my wrist keep on shining
what you expect with this louis all ’round
retro 5s on my feet, with polo socks underneath, ayy

- mani dollaz

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