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LETRA
Hard To Breathe I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing All of my niggas at the table and yeah you know we talking lettuce The cars is pretty, the money is pretty, the girls is pretty We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ten thousand for the trap feat, hey, you can call me money Mitch baby Got that motherfucking drummer hanging like the crack jacks, hit the 80s baby Grey Poupon, grey Mercedes Pockets on slim, he actin' shady Pot pot chicken, mash potatoes, I'm killing the hood, no favors Money going up, no neighbors Top going up, f*** you haters Put your cape on, I know you saved her I'm boostin' my ratings, I'm getting greater I got the code, no Da Vinci I got the J's, my Givenchy's, I'm counting Benji's All in detention, graduated from getting the pennys Little bitty bitch you know you a pimpin' Gold and with the works you liking my pimpin' I'm going right in they like what he sippin' Jockin' my gold to handle my business Still on that f*** shit, handle my business Movie to long, we need an extended Clip to long, they say it's extended You gotta be kiddin' me I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing All of my niggas at the top and yeah you know we talking millis The cars is pretty, the money is pretty, the girls is pretty We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, ahh, diamonds they wet like a sink Ooh, yah, yah, diamonds they wet like a tank Ooh, ooh, my shooters my shooters pull off in a tank Ya, ayy, ooh, my shooters my shooters pull off in a tank Ya, ayy, blowing the jitt (jitt, jitt) Blowing a check Ya, ooh, up on the block What? What? She all on my neck Ooh, ooh, tats on my neck Yah, ooh, tats on my neck What? Ooh, 29 set Ya, Ya, get your boy wet Ooh, ooh, bitches they f*** me Bitches not fuc*** not comin' Ooh, ooh, my niggas are drunk Ooh, If I start fighting we jumpin' Got a whole club fist pumpin' Got a whole club fist pumpin' What? What? What? I do this shit for the money I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing All of my niggas at the top and yeah you know we talking lettuce The cars is pretty, the money is pretty, the girls is pretty We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ooh, aye) Yeah, yeah ,yeah (Ooh, ya, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (I cash out) (Ooh, ooh, what? aye) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas wanna be me, I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah Bitches wanna see me, I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah I'm with Ca$h Out, countin' up, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah Mountin' up, bootin' up, what? What? Turn up, turn up, what? (Follies, Follies, yah) Mounted up, booted up, ayy, what?
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