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letra de coast to coast - yung bleu

[intro: yung bleu]
oh, she get the money from coast to coast
we do whatever that floats your boat
al geno on the track

[verse 1: yung bleu]
vmg, b-tch, and we never gon’ fall out
i’m never lackin’, we strapped in the mall now
chopper so big like the leg on a tall guy
i f-ck with bosses, don’t f-ck with no small fry
i heard you rattin’, you talkin’ to laws now
n-gg- don’t lie, we saw paper
shoot at the top of your head with a laser
straight out the streets and this what i’m made for
you got a body a n-gg- can love
i’m too excited, i’m feelin’ in love
drop that -ss, i’m pickin’ it up
i usually never put one in your club
ooh, you got a body a n-gg- can love (you got that body, yeah, you got that body)
ooh, and we get this money, yeah, we get this

[chorus: yung bleu]
we get this money from coast to coast
we do whatever that floats your boat
she got her jeans from fashion nova
she f-ck me good, she crashin’ over
i got a spot with unlimited cash
i got a thot with unlimited -ss
load up for the opps, i’m clickin’ it fast
see you at the top, go get in your bag
vmg, b-tch, and we never gon’ fall out
vmg, b-tch, and we never gon’ fall out
vmg, b-tch, and we never gon’ fall out
my n-gg-s clique and we never gon’ fall out

[verse 2: hogg booma]
i drop a bag on you
i show them young n-gg-s how to add it up and then spazzed on ’em
like a car without no wheels, i better not crash on it
my b-tch wanted it so i bought it, i put some -ss on her
we don’t date or hunt, don’t play with us, put a tag on it
can’t press pause on the play
i’m on the frontline with the backend
turning oodle cups to a steak
they ain’t even recognize my accent
i’m from texas, we don’t play
i rep vmg all day
i need a 100k in the safe
she got tattoos on her waist
that b-tch fine, plus she a road runner
and she just showed me her bank account
and that b-tch look like a phone number
i ain’t on vacation but i been with her this whole summer
oops, i mean this whole winter, feel like do or die ’cause i been poor

[verse 3: shad levi]
wherever i’m headed, she down to ride
lil’ baby so gangster, she hold the fire
f-ck you in the car, get rid of your pride
ride on that d-ck on the p-ssenger side
she straight out the hood, she know it
that money keep comin’, i blow it
you got it, she comin’ for yours
enough ain’t enough when it’s more, ayy
that money be fallin’ all over your forehead
never be worried ’cause we got some more bread
f-ckin’ these b-tches today, turn to bowleg
n-gg-s be black and white, they be some goalies
i know you can’t believe, baby
you my lil’ angel, please, baby
you never changed on me, baby
you took pain for me, baby, just the pain
prepared for whatever, money in this sh-t
i wore my heart on my sleeve
it’s all about money, lil’ baby gon’ suck on me, she put her heart on the leave
i give her that never been given (given)
and she done updated to sinnin’
and we just took losses together
so we done updated to winnin’

- yung bleu

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