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paul pierce prod me - ga$ (@topfloorgas) lyrics

[intro]
((ga$ money baby, just gas money)
yea, yeaaah, yea
yea, yeaaah, yea
yea, yeaaah, yea
yea, yeaaah, yea

[chorus]
yeah
i got the 1017 moncler
all brown feel like a motherf*ckin’ bear
[?]
off the dog sh*t, man, can’t even hear
too high, too up, i don’t even need stairs
the car drive drive itself, i don’t even need to steer
seen the gl!ck and he sh*t on himself, paul pierce
i got no competition, who the f*ck do i gotta fear
[verse]
yeah, f*ck i got a mirror
all y’all clones i don’t еven wanna hear it
all y’all hoes, don’t еven come near
you don’t compare
you don’t know nothin’ ’bout a twenty*k earin’
you don’t know a show it’s twenty*k for an appearance
you don’t know how many times i get asked what clothes i’m wearing
i’m serious
b*tch, [?]
i just made her do the math like she j*panese
and she put the p*ssy on my patek piece
you was wearing stussy and steve madden jeans (ew)
and i made sh*t how it had to be
and you dead broke, that’s a tragedy
i’m up as f*ck, ain’t no catching me
ooh, uh, uh
off that dog food
i’m a f*ck yo’ momma and your broad too
carrying the sticks, like it’s gta
with a bad b*tch, doing pda
get all the money, then abbreviate
if you didn’t get it, b*tch, it’s ga* (ga$!)

- ga topfloorgas lyrics

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