Letra de CTA 2 Bach - LUCKI

Ayy, ayy-ayy

Cash make everything go my way

I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face

I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank

Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way

I put a bitch in Marine Serre, however you say it, that's back in the day

She want to twin and a matchin' Balenci', the bitch want the gang to call her gang

Real pretty ho, I salute, you gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked

Think I just got déjà vu, I did this before, and y'all both had the same name

I bought that Lamb' for you, I barely had one and I know that drive you brazy

Shit, Dan said, "I changed", I feel him

Too slime, know Boog gang with me

Too slime, know Pop on the stand

I'm God, I'm Satan on Xans

Nigga still do a Track' over Benz

We rich, but we miss our friends

If they was here, we'd probably bump heads

You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head

Saw your text, and it's better on read

I flex, and you better off dead

Niggas broke, can't bap on fam'

Shit, shit, twenty mil' off rap, I'm serious

I ain't even think hard on the lyrics

I was sick about that ho, but I cured it

My neighbors, they hate my Track', but they never be complainin' 'bout the Urus

That drank shit cap feel like Act', new red don't even taste like syrup

I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my–, ayy, ayy

I make everything go my way

I pull up I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face

I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank

Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the–

Ayy, I make everything go my way

Ayy, I make—, ayy-ayy

Ayy, ayy, I make everything go my way

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ha-ha

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