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gone fishing - mt ty lyrics

(rich 100, show em how you do it)
yea, i just spent 500 and same change on cashmere sweaters
ima always go and get this cash, i made my own amendment
opportunities comin’ my way i gotta go and get it
brody shut his trap down, left a sign and said he gone fishin’
n*gga i went and cashed a foreign car ‘cause i’m to young for spinners
brody shoot the wood off the draco, he d*mn near caught a splinter
n**** i wake up eat w’s, but not like jameis winston
stop me in the mall, i gotta pose my fans wanna take a picture
when i build my crib, i’m like f*ck wine i need a drank cellar
man i don’t know sh*t ‘bout them other guys ‘cause i’m not will ferrell
this white b*tch with me wanna pop a g6, just like she katy perry
yo gang the brokest n*ggas in the untited states, i had to stay from near em
i’m scammin’ hard, i got a couple pieces i’m waitin’ on the mail
i can buy slot but i’ll prefer to buy the drugs on hand
saint michael’s on me h*e double hockey sticks, boy go to h*ll
i need to make some new money, my other money be turning’ stale
yea i got* yea
i got lean comin’ in so fast, i’m like f*ck a deal
you know d so icy, he’ll f*ck yo wife and go f*ck up yo marriage
go on google, search my coordinates i’m in the caribbean
ion know where i’d be if i ain’t reach out and meet the right man
h*ll naw ion know ‘bout cuttin’ bricks, better call jackie chan
the feds was sick as h*ll, they hit the crib but they ain’t leave with sh*t
yes ima load the cash on a paypal, on zelle my name attached
my n*ggas wanna catch a hat, spinnin’ in a striker track
i’m on tele’ make a secret chat, and i might go and hit you back
mikey went and bought the rose gold anniversary like obama back
we in a big ass crib, and all these foreign cars in my culdesac
had to take a break from this rap sh*t, it’s f*ck rap get racks
762’s size of chapstick, n*gga don’t get chap
i be runnin’ bags like derick henry when i’m in the nash
eyes already poppin’ out her socket, she ain’t even see my stash
i’m in full effect, n*ggas pets just like damon dash
not no crystal meth, bro got checks and they really glass
n*ggas out here tryna’ find they love, like the great gasby
bro showed me 200 in sticky blues when he facetimed me
n*gga f*ck is you talkin’ bout n*gga
ye all that fake ass sh*t man, that sh*t not* that sh*t not going on no more naw
know what it is n*gga

- mt ty lyrics

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