Letra de Have to Ask My Lawyer - Jace!

(Feat. [])

One, two, one, two, three

Hair did, nails did, matte black Range Rover top-down, Malibu, California

She want all my kids, say I don't miss, I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya

Top-floor penthouse, I'ma fuck her on the king bed, then smoke weed by the foyer

Sneaky link wanna link and I'm like, "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer" (One, two, one, two, three)

If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?

All-black outfit, Rick Owens

If your ass ain't gettin' to the money, how the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?

Your ex-nigga gotta die if his top be showin'

Better hope his top ain't showin'

And the opps not blowin'

When the tables get to turnin', then the odds start showin'

Then the odds start showin'

I done came up, now I'm rockstar-blowin'

Say he getting money, but his roster ain't on it

I be with the Top Kids, popstar rollin'

You gotta know you broke when your pop start to know it

You gotta know you broke when your mom start to notice

Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus

(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus)

Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus

(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus)

Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus

(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus)

Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus

(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus)

One, two, one, two—

(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus)

Hair did, nails did, matte black Range Rover top-down, Malibu, California

She want all my kids, say I don't miss, I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya

Top-floor penthouse, I'ma fuck her on the king bed, then smoke weed by the foyer

Sneaky link wanna link and I'm like, "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer"

If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?

All-black outfit, Rick Owens

If your ass ain't gettin' to the money, how the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?

Your ex-nigga gotta die if his top be showin'

Better hope his top ain't showin'

And the opps not blowin'

When the tables get to turnin', then the odds start showin'

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