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yng travs - who run it remix lyrics

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i’m tryna sell out a show
but they just hate on my ego
i’m getting rich and they know
bentley is white like i see snow
stay on the road
i hang with shooters who want smoke
burberry print for the coat
i’m getting money ain’t been broke

i’m at the top of the list
in the booth i’m getting lit
i let her finish my drink
save me a sip
they see the fashion got drip
lately ain’t got time to think
i’m on the road
if it get cold got a mink
fresh like a mint
all of the windows are tint
you can never see who’s in
i’m with the team so we win

chasing that ice
she wanna f-ck for the night
but she ain’t look like my type
i want a wife
she wasn’t treating me right
don’t want that b-tch in my sight

i like to flex
goyard on me looking best
i turn your boo to your ex
i kiss her neck
she started wanted the s-x
she gave me top then i left

you can talk about it if you really bout it if you ain’t about it stay f-cking silent
catch a body if you run up on me got your hoe all on me and she f-cking like me
she a thot turn her to a wifey
took her first and i let her pipe me
gucci flops watch me millie rock and i cut her off if she ain’t exciting

ballin hard im like a cavalier
my team this my year
getting mad if she coming near
ain’t n0body wanna see me here

but i move smarter
lotta hate make me go harder
pretty b-tches wanna f-ck on us
pressure tryna put a lot on us

everbody waste my time now
her man tryna fight now
catch me jetted on a flight now
he be posted at the hide out

everybody tryna make it tho
lotta people wanna fake it tho
getting money i ain’t never broke
you can never catch me chasing hoes

swerve at the scene
hop in the coup and it’s creme
hate now i know what it mean
she off a bean
she wanna f-ck the whole team
i’ll let her f-ck if she reach

chop off the top
now i can do what i want
i started making some guap
suits like the mob
i just go straight to the top
i got the gang and they on

pretty b-tches wanna love me now i ain’t love you why u wanna call
everybody tried to put me down i ain’t slipping i won’t ever fall
lately she loving how i sound wanted me i could’ve put her on
she was playing couldn’t take her out miss her ex so i cut her off

dip in a coup
or i could swerve in a benz
imma go f-ck on her friends
rented the room
my gang with me to the end
i don’t consider them friends

they be the bros
i used to mess with some hoes
now i be watching my own
she a distraction
she hit me up for the action
she wanna know when i’m home

don’t wanna talk
if we ain’t f-ck she can walk
she started taking it off
too young for sauce
i make my way to the top
i ain’t been used to a loss

f-ck what he had
tal took his b-tch and he mad
louis the bag
gucci print all on the rag
f-cked her and won’t give her back
i might skrt off in a jag

caught a dub
caught a dub

i be up
i be up

wanna f-ck
wanna f-ck

hit me up
hit me up

- yng travs lyrics

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