Past

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[Intro: FarrellB] Tell that ho pull up right now, she wanna eat a nigga like chow I told her bye, bye, yeah, ciao Now I get money they wanted me around I get money way too fast, I'm in first and you in last If you not talkin' 'bout gualla, I know you ain't gettin' racks And your miss hittin' my phone, she want me to beat her back Kick her out on the first link, left her in the past (DJ Banned) For real, Farrell? Ahaha DJ Beez exclusive Uh, Lawsy, pick up [Chorus: Lawsy] I get money way too fast, l-l-left that ho in the past I see ones all in them racks, I got your bitch shakin' hella ass Money in my jeans so my pants sag, cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap You all tough on a fuckin' app, 'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black I get money way too fast, l-l-left that ho in the past I see ones all in them racks, I got your bitch shakin' hella ass Money in my jeans so my pants sag, cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap You all tough on a fuckin' app, 'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black [Verse 1: Lawsy] They ain't do shit, they ain't 'bout shit Your ass finna run and get hit with the stick I'm rocking these Rick's, 'cause I'm too rich And I'm with your bitch, she pull up to my crib I been fuckin' grown ho's since a kid Can't fuck with a ho, no, unless it's [?] Don't send me your music, I know it is shit Number (N)ine jeans with the Rick's (Rick's) [Verse 2: FarrellB] Number (N)ine jeans with the Rick's Number (N)ine jeans where my heart is She wanna fuck with the kid, uh, tell that ho pull up tomorrow Tell that ho pull up right now, she wanna eat a nigga like chow I told her bye, bye, yeah, ciao Now I get money they wanted me around I get money way too fast, I'm in first and you in last If you not talkin' 'bout gualla, I know you ain't gettin' racks And your miss hittin' my phone, she want me to beat her back Kick her out on the first link, left her in the past [Chorus: Lawsy] I get money way too fast, l-l-left that ho in the past I see ones all in them racks, I got your bitch shakin' hella ass Money in my jeans so my pants sag, cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap You all tough on a fuckin' app, 'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black I get money way too fast, l-l-left that ho in the past I see ones all in them racks, I got your bitch shakin' hella ass Money in my jeans so my pants sag, cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap You all tough on a fuckin' app, 'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black [Outro: Lawsy] It's DJ GREN8DE I get money way too fast, l-l-left that ho in the past I see ones all in them racks, I got your bitch shakin' hella ass Money in my jeans so my pants sag, cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap You all tough on a fuckin' app, 'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black