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- Dreezy Where Them $ @ 歌詞
- Dreezy
- Where tha money money money money money money money money
Yea they talkin about we ain't got them mutha****in bags boys
While we drippin and draped up ya understand me
I went out and got my bitch some money
Where them dollas at
Where them ballers at
Where them callers at
Yeah yeah
**** a dolla bill
Where them hundreds at
Blow it like a fan
Yeah Yeah
Where them dollas at
Where them ballers at
Where them callers at
Yeah yeah
**** a dolla bill
Where them hundreds at
Blow it like a fan
Hands hands off the stripper
Hands off the stripper
Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin
Please don't touch if you ain't tippin
Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin
He say he love when I'm drunk cuz I get freaky off the liquor
I'm rollin up tha woods like I'm allergic to the swishers
Lil bitch was tryna hate I saw her drive off in a pick up
Ya nigga only see me on the weekend like I'm SZA
Yeah
I need my bread upfront
I spend a hundred like ones
Ain't no broke bitch in my section
Do em like Kobe No passin
Hood but he say its sexy
Threw so much cash she got up
Said Dreezy you a blessing
I just keep on pourin liquor
And I'm VIP'n ignoring niggas
All my bitches with me rollin
Got more smoke than all them niggas
Doors flippin foreign whippin
Whole life had to go and get it
Get you checked you tried to stunt
I got three five in my blunt
Where them dollas at
Where them ballers at
Where them callers at
Yeah yeah
**** a dolla bill
Where them hundreds at
Blow it like a fan
Yeah Yeah
Where them dollas at
Where them ballers at
Where them callers at
Yeah yeah
**** a dolla bill
Where them hundreds at
Blow it like a fan
Hands hands off the stripper
Hands off the stripper
Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin
Please don't touch if you ain 't tippin
Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin
Yeah
Gotta money bag
I'ma go and get that sack and I'ma run it back
Pull up with some bad bitches
Probably brought out a hunnid racks
Niggas try to touch we on yo ass
It ain't none of that
Yeah
Paper on me Jansport
Pull up in a Transporter
Bitches they don't like me
Cuz I think that I'm so damn important
Red light no camcorder
Put you niggas in order
Fine I'm from the Chi but
Gotta peach like I'm in Atlanta Georgia
Outside like bubblegum
And the insides Peppermint
Louie V with my vetement
And my bezel lookin like two tens
Dope girl like I'm sellin it
Send em off like I'm mailin it
Need Hennessey and my section lit
When I leave countin up presidents
Where them dollas at
Where them ballers at
Where them callers at
Yeah yeah
**** a dolla bill
Where them hundreds at
Blow it like a fan
Yeah Yeah
Where them dollas at
Where them ballers at
Where them callers at
Yeah yeah
**** a dolla bill
Where them hundreds at
Blow it like a fan
Hands hands off the stripper
Hands off the stripper
Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin
Please don't touch if you ain't tippin
Keep ya hands off if you ain't tip品<比如>
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