Brad Pitt
Peso Peso, Trippie Redd
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I got drip (drip, drip) Stack my chips (chips, yeah, chips) F*ck her then dip, she like big dick (yeah, yeah, gang) I got cash (cash) I like getting rich (rich) She got lots of ass (ass) I got hoes, Brad Pitt (bitch), yeah Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Yeah, diamonds dancing in my chain Diamonds dancing on my wrist (chain, chain, ha) Diamonds dancing on my rings (rings) Diamonds dancing on my bitch (yeah) Diamonds dancing on my gang (gang) Diamonds dancing in this bitch (bitch, ha, ha) Please don't panic in this bitch (bitch) Foe'n'em got cannons in this bitch (yeah) Don't make me blam it in this bitch Oh man, Goddamn it in this bitch Afghanistan up in this bitch Go to war with a friend up in this bitch Go to war, I ran up in this shit Go to war, I ran up and I hit (gang, woo, yeah, you know how we comin') 1400, TSF, bitch Gang, shoutout Peso Gang, shoutout Peso Gang (woo, gang) I got drip (drip, drip) Stack my chips (chips, yeah, chips) F*ck her then dip, she like big dick (yeah, yeah, gang) I got cash (cash) I like getting rich (rich) She got lots of ass (ass) I got hoes, Brad Pitt (bitch), yeah Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) I'm strapped with a K, I got racks in my safe Niggas love to hate but got nowhere to stay He'll play with the gang, we gon' kick in his door I'm in Dolce Gabana walkin' up in court I got Rich and the kid On the block with a Glock and that bitch is extended (bang, bah, bah) If a nigga start trippin' I'm in Neiman Marcus, I was strapped up in Givenchy linen I just left Bank of America then I went to Chase (Pes', Pes', Pes') I'ma wack a nigga in style, I'ma do a drive-by in the Range I'ma make the bitch walk a mile, if she don't let me f*ck or give me face Niggas on the internet talkin' too tough Black sleeve, yeah, when we shot his dudes up With the gang members like uh, one or two Two fingers and a thumb threw'd up (102, pop pop) I got drip (drip, drip) Stack my chips (chips, yeah, chips) F*ck her then dip, she like big dick (yeah, yeah, gang) I got cash (cash) I like getting rich (rich) She got lots of ass (ass) I got hoes, Brad Pitt (bitch), yeah Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (woo)
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Written by: Mario Anthony Herrera, Jr., Michael White IV
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