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de Two Friends

I'm like: Hey, what's up, hello
Seen yo pretty, as soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill
Got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money
Introduced to my stove
Showed her how to whip it
Now remixin' for low

He my trap king
Let him hit the bando
We be countin' up
Watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal
Talkin' matchin' Lambos
Got 50, 60 grand
500 grams though

Man, i swear i love how
He work the damn pole
Hit the strip club
We be letting bands go

Everybody hating
We just call them fans though
In love with the money
I ain't never letting go

And i get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm gettin' fly with my baby (yeah)
And i can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (yeah)

And i get high with my baby

My trap king
Let him hit the bando

I'm like "Hey, waht's up, hello"

And i get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm gettin' fly with my baby (yeah)
And i can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (yeah)

And i get high with my baby
I just left the mall
I'm gettin' fly with my baby (yeah)
And i can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby (yeah)

And i get high with my baby

My trap king
Let him hit the bando

I'm like: Hey, waht's up, hello

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