| Stuff a hundred thousand in a duffle bag
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| I just spent like twenty and I made it back
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| When we out, we buying, we don’t check the tag
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| Broke bitch, you can never flex if you ain’t never had
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| Stuff a hundred thousand in a duffle bag
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| I just spent like twenty and I made it back
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| When we out, we buying, we don’t check the tag
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| Broke bitch, you can never flex if you ain’t never had
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| I put your car on my necklace
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| I took your ho off my checklist
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| Young and we rich so we reckless
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| Walkin' by me, watch your steppin'
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| Why that boy payin', payin' me for his Audemar?
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| Bitch, I bought it cash
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| I don’t need a bag
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| 'Less it’s thirty-five that I stuff under the mat'
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| Used to be a hundred pounds 'til I put all that ice ice on my back
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| Ten years be a stack
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| Weigh me down with these packs
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| Me and my dawgs for sure
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| Movin' that road to road, we movin' coast to coast
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| We get that bag for sure, we get that bag for sure, yeah
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| Stuff a hundred thousand in a duffle bag
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| I just spent like twenty and I made it back
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| When we out, we buying, we don’t check the tag
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| Broke bitch, you can never flex if you ain’t never had
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| Stuff a hundred thousand in a duffle bag
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| I just spent like twenty and I made it back
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| When we out, we buying, we don’t check the tag
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| Broke bitch, you can never flex if you ain’t never had
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| I feel like a Migo how I take off
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| Wanna fuck me 'cause the ceiling in the Wraith, dawg
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| On my grind like a nigga on a skateboard
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| I could buy a brand new crib just off a paystub
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| Feel like Drake how these niggas givin' fake love
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| Private jet high, I don’t need to take drugs
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| Need a bad bitch too, without her makeup
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| Too much codeine, I can’t even wake up
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| And she just want a nigga who got it
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| A hundred racks in my pocket
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| I drop a tune, we shoppin' like that’s okay
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| That bitch want Dior 'cause she poppin'
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| She too exclusive with diamonds
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| She wanna fuck me, she know that I’m gettin' paid
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| Got a new Patek for the timing
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| I’m still the man of the hour
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| I get a bag for appearance, still come in late
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| Got a hundred racks in this duffle
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| I’m 'bout to fuck up these commas
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| I make it back in an hour, I’m gettin' cake
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| It’s a quarter milli' in the duffle bag
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| I can burn a hundred racks and I can make it back
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| Niggas copying the drip, get your own swag
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| Broke bitch flexin' on the 'Gram and it’s so cap
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| It’s a quarter milli' in the duffle bag
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| I can burn a hundred racks and I’ma make it back
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| Niggas copying the drip, get your own swag
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| Broke bitch flexin' on the 'Gram and that’s so cap
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| Stuff a hundred thousand in a duffle bag
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| I just spent like twenty and I made it back
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| When we out, we buying, we don’t check the tag
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| Broke bitch, you can never flex if you ain’t never had
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| Stuff a hundred thousand in a duffle bag
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| I just spent like twenty and I made it back
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| When we out, we buying, we don’t check the tag
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| Broke bitch, you can never flex if you ain’t never had |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cap 2 Much , by - Suigeneris. Song from the album Suinami, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп