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Lyrics

[Chorus: Bronclair] Got expensive taste Got the devil on my shoulder I got too much on my plate Boy, you know I got the motive (Yeah) [Verse 1: Bronclair] Makin' all this cash, niggas can't get out my face If I see the win, I'ma take it, I'm not gon' wait Ride around wit' yo' bae Take a knife to the bank I'ma cut right to the chase I feel blank Rubber bands on my money, and I put that on my soul I feel blank, I feel blank, like bitch, I am a ghost My feelings, she don't know Just admit it, c'mon bro I be like so low, don't wanna be dolo I like when you confide in me Said you saw a light in me I don't want no anxiety I don't know what we bound to be (Woah, woah, woah) [Chorus: Bronclair] Got expensive taste Got the dеvil on my shoulder I got too much on my plate Boy, you know I got the motivе (Yeah) [Chorus: Bronclair] Got expensive taste Got the devil on my shoulder I got too much on my plate Boy, you know I got the motive (Yeah) [Verse 2: kuru] I been runnin' 'round the city, tryna look for my new place I don't know just why they hating, 'cause I dress a little gay I might punch him in his face, now he don't know what to say I might buy expensive clothes, get pretty hoes like everyday Got new garments on my body, everyday I'm finna change Just because I got some money don't mean I would ever change But I had to switch hoes, switch flows, switch lanes Your just talking out ya ass, now you don't know what you sayin' I got new green, wear the same team That hoe sippin' lean, this hoe actin' mean Brand new Cuban link And a new mink coat, but I'ma Rick fiend She wanna fuck all on my bros, yeah, I see a theme He ain't stickin' to the code, so we up the beam Now you see this Yamamoto all up on my seams? Now these hoes, they wanna fuck but they made fun of me (Like, huh? Huh?)