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970 - gvte 4 lyrics

[verse 1, dav]
blow that money, count it
money got me high
i just put a hunnid
we gon paint his face
b*tch get off my face
gave that b*tch a lift, woah
then she give me face
fast car i do no race
fat racks all over my face
i just count through one hundred
i throw that money, count it
they gon play my sh*t at the club
i ain’t ever ride that bus
i just been eating that b*tch p*ssy tryna make her cum
i fell in love with money s*x i don’t give a f*ck bout luck
i told the judge f*ck that sh*t i ain’t telling on my bro
and if she tryna go then go i don’t give a f*ck
pull up i’m probably high as f*ck i don’t give a f*ck
i just been counting through a hundred now my pocket fat
that b*tch get shot up in his face for talking on the net
i put that dirty in my fanta yeah i like the taste
i dig my face up in the b*tt yeah i want a taste
i put my main b*tch in margiela your b*tch got no taste
i’m getting fresher yeah i f*ck good i smoke good
hop out the shower i smell fresh don’t need no fragrance
go straight to the top i did that sh*t don’t need no favours
know he a p*ssy he not catching f*cking fades
main b*tches totin glocks, mags, uh, that’s a case
bro my main b*tch shopping at the galleria
i been getting fresher everyday of the f*cking year
and my b*tches so bad yeah i’m running out of ideas
put em in a f*cking casket told my bro yeah that sh*t real
i got, i got, i got
bad b*tches, mad riches, mad sticks
b*tch i got
bad b*tches, mad sticks, mad riches
b*tch i got these
mad b*tches, mad sticks and mad riches
b*tch i got these
mad sticks, mad riches, mad sticks
to the side
from the back yeah you decide
from the side
f*ck a side
[verse 2, vins]
i told the judge f*ck this sh*t i ain’t telling on my bro
she tryna catch me in my feelings that b*tch down below
took up a jet i’m in milwaukee tryna refill my cup
i went to kansas got some strippers tryna break the code
i got balenciaga, vetements i got snakes all over my boots
i see twelve f*ck that sh*t i’m switching up the route
can’t trust n0body, that sh*t obvious tryna make me mute
she want my body can’t deny it she tryna make me cum
we got some some mad sticks, mad riches, show me what it do
i put my face up in that louis b*tch i’m in the louvre
i went paris, to miami, tryna reach the club
and if she tryna go then go i don’t give no f*cks
i dress good i smoke good i f*ck good
i need more ounces if i wanna roll this backwood
i leave em dead no correspondence if i look good
i disrespect you matter of fact get off my bluetooth

- gvte 4 lyrics

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