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now i'm coming up forreal - choshane johnson herbert wright lyrics

[hook:]
baking soda on my pradas, all i do is f*ck the models…
20, 30, 50 bottles…
all i do is count them dollars…
i been about them benjamins, i said i been about them benjamins…
i’m all about them benjamins, i said i been about them benjamins

i just bought a new whip, i just bought a new rove
i got 35 b*tches, i don’t need no new ho
got a iphone 4, got a iphone 5
got, n*ggas tryna k!ll me so i’m tryna stay alive
got my n*gga t with me and you know he strapped up…
and my n*gga peel it so you better back up…
and i’m racked up…
truey and that prada
i’m in magic city mondays throwing way too many dollars…
now i’m up in onyx, strippers up in follies
got your girl open and she f*ckin’ on a molly
in my aston martin, and it’s extra foreign…
got your old girl with me, b*tch is extra boring

[hook]

i be draped up in versace swagger jackers tryna copy
pull up in that masеrati, foreign b*tch she do pilates…
if that p*ssy good, i put hеr in armani
she be flippin’ on a molly, diamonds straight from the safari
burberry, range rove… hit the mall i change clothes
captain cup, y’all save hoes, well i’m tryna get these bankrolls…
rolex, breitling… don’t you see my diamonds?
love the way i’m shining, hit the club i’m blinding…
i just bought a ferragamo porsche on 26’s…
pull up to the mall and leave with 20 b*tches…
young n*gga been about them benjamins…
big face hundreds, i be stackin’ ’em…
[hook]hook * rich homie quan:]
aston martin, panamera
bad b*tches, hit ’em with the hamma
maserati, deuce ferrari
i got horse b*tches, i’m the life of the party
got the 3.5, and my night just started
i heard she ’bout to get high, so i’m a light this spark
and i be goin’ so fast, check my mileage
and i be blowin’ on gas, like i work at pilot
autostart my car, ho
[?] my barcode, check money, wells fargo
then i might louis v my wardrobe
i drop half a ten, on my earlobe
i don’t f*ck with you, i f*ck with real n*ggas
if you lame as h*ll, then i don’t deal with yah
i don’t f*ck with you, i f*ck with real n*ggas
if you lame as h*ll, then i don’t deal with yah

louis v my everything, true religion my everything
i hit the mall and i cash out, b*tch really, i could buy anything
aston martin, new ferrari
she love the way i kick it like i knew karate
in the bed with three hoes, blowin’ out them zero’s
your b*tch is a ocean like where the f*ck is nemo?
all i know is foreign but my b*tch red
i do not understand what that b*tch said
[hook]

[trouble:]
rich homie, rich the kid, trouble rich, trouble kid
so much flavor, you unable to catch it like i [?]
f*cked so many b*tches you would think i was born with a couple d*cks
duct tape the mob, i swear to god, i would never switch
aston martin, ain’t got me now
but i’ve been stackin’ all of this paper up to spread it ‘mongst the fam
push start it, too r*t*rded
still ride with that yappa, middle finger to them coppers

[hook

- choshane johnson herbert wright lyrics

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