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flight - told her ima dolla sign lyrics

[chorus]
ask me “what my sign?”, i told her “dollar sign”
ain’t pullin’ up to no fashion shows or concerts unless that pape’ in line
somewhere posted overseas with a [?]
i’m a bagittarius, you know this, i’m a dollar sign (yeah, yeah, know this, i’m a dollar sign)

[verse 1]
money talk instead of word, man, it’s just showing (it’s just showing)
my fit cost a honda civic, i ain’t even know it (i ain’t even know it)
woke up feelin’ like a man that came from shoes to shoulders (woo)
vancouver with that pack, i’m sending it colorado [?] (yeah, yeah, sending it colorado [?])
they ask me what i do, i just get the money and show it (ah, ah)
the last b+tch i was f+ckin’, front page cover vogue (front page cover vogue)
lеthal trappin’ by the bus+load, the pack move in loads (what?)
hit fifty pointеrs like kobe, i’m reppin’ twenty+four (swish)

[verse 2]
money countin’ sound like round of applause (bravo)
mask on track [?] the way i ball (the way i ball)
closet look like s+x, put that sh+t on down my draws (draws)
freaky lil’ b+tch and she want me in the back of her throat just like some hoes
i don’t need to styles, wake up by my sh+t like [?]
mansion, penthouse, condo, so many cribs, tryna remember my zip code (what the f+ck?)
they d+ckride a n+gga so much that i got me a check, now they callin’ me big bro (big bro)
i’m shootin’ my shot like curry, i ain’t got no time to be f+ckin’ no free throws
[chorus]
ask me “what my sign?”, i told her “dollar sign”
ain’t pullin’ up to no fashion shows or concerts unless that pape’ in line
somewhere posted overseas with a [?]
i’m a bagittarius, you know this, i’m a dollar sign (yeah, yeah, know this, i’m a dollar sign)
ask me “what my sign?”, i told her “dollar sign”
ain’t pullin’ up to no fashion shows or concerts unless that pape’ in line
somewhere posted overseas with a [?]
i’m a bagittarius, you know this, i’m a dollar sign (yeah, yeah, know this, i’m a dollar sign)

[outro]
we still gettin’ money right up in this motherf+cker too, ya heard?
you can’t do this too ’em man
ftc, you know how it be, five+six+one
now run that bit’ back

- flight lyrics

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