I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
You know I never get tired
Taking all type of cash even wired
I know my hustle inspires
Running through the city all night with whylers
Not at all down with the drama
We posted we blazin' this ganga
Word around town is your times up
Better go home to your momma'
I only pull up in foreigns
Come get your girlfriend she's boring
Money calling when the phone rings
Its my other girl when my phone tings
People they want what I got
Quarter milly for the drop
They want the boy at the top
Hard to count up all the demons I shot
Gotta be big for the spot
This a manor bitch you sleep on a cot
I hope that if you get caught
You are not singing a song to the opps
Rolling round get it for the low
I'm after this paper and centre folds
I will not dip if you tell me go
I don't want silver I want it gold
Not all that is gold will be green
Pyano I'm playing with keys
I roll on my 1's like 11 you dumb got this flow and its cold what you mean?
Always come first twice call me 11
If I die young all dogs go to heaven
Im chasin' these funds live my life on the run
Like your birthday I live for the present
I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
I might just f*ck up a stack
Go home and blow out her back
I got two hoes sittin in the back
Off a addy so I'm movin fast
And I do the dash
Running to the da cash
Never listen I just read the facts
Tryna see me see me
Want me back
Pre me pre me
Moving packs
Fast
I'm Going to the top I never go home
Whole crew got back like fur coat
Tryna party in limo she a freak hoe
Wanna go I think she wanna go home
So fine and she tryna go and touch road
Bend low legs straight tryna touch toes
Chillin w 11 in a group home
Smokin on a splizzy and we getting too zoned
Stackin the money I'm stacking the guap
I got these bitches all up on my cock
I got 11 in cut
Tryna come back from a rut
Tryna come back wanna see me go
I get it done like a rodeo
Baby come back wanna bend it low
I got money going slow
I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
Pyano || - DZYNR (feat. Omari Mydz) Lyrics
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I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
You know I never get tired
Taking all type of cash even wired
I know my hustle inspires
Running through the city all night with whylers
Not at all down with the drama
We posted we blazin' this ganga
Word around town is your times up
Better go home to your momma'
I only pull up in foreigns
Come get your girlfriend she's boring
Money calling when the phone rings
Its my other girl when my phone tings
People they want what I got
Quarter milly for the drop
They want the boy at the top
Hard to count up all the demons I shot
Gotta be big for the spot
This a manor bitch you sleep on a cot
I hope that if you get caught
You are not singing a song to the opps
Rolling round get it for the low
I'm after this paper and centre folds
I will not dip if you tell me go
I don't want silver I want it gold
Not all that is gold will be green
Pyano I'm playing with keys
I roll on my 1's like 11 you dumb got this flow and its cold what you mean?
Always come first twice call me 11
If I die young all dogs go to heaven
Im chasin' these funds live my life on the run
Like your birthday I live for the present
I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
I might just f*ck up a stack
Go home and blow out her back
I got two hoes sittin in the back
Off a addy so I'm movin fast
And I do the dash
Running to the da cash
Never listen I just read the facts
Tryna see me see me
Want me back
Pre me pre me
Moving packs
Fast
I'm Going to the top I never go home
Whole crew got back like fur coat
Tryna party in limo she a freak hoe
Wanna go I think she wanna go home
So fine and she tryna go and touch road
Bend low legs straight tryna touch toes
Chillin w 11 in a group home
Smokin on a splizzy and we getting too zoned
Stackin the money I'm stacking the guap
I got these bitches all up on my cock
I got 11 in cut
Tryna come back from a rut
Tryna come back wanna see me go
I get it done like a rodeo
Baby come back wanna bend it low
I got money going slow
I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
You know I never get tired
Taking all type of cash even wired
I know my hustle inspires
Running through the city all night with whylers
Not at all down with the drama
We posted we blazin' this ganga
Word around town is your times up
Better go home to your momma'
I only pull up in foreigns
Come get your girlfriend she's boring
Money calling when the phone rings
Its my other girl when my phone tings
People they want what I got
Quarter milly for the drop
They want the boy at the top
Hard to count up all the demons I shot
Gotta be big for the spot
This a manor bitch you sleep on a cot
I hope that if you get caught
You are not singing a song to the opps
Rolling round get it for the low
I'm after this paper and centre folds
I will not dip if you tell me go
I don't want silver I want it gold
Not all that is gold will be green
Pyano I'm playing with keys
I roll on my 1's like 11 you dumb got this flow and its cold what you mean?
Always come first twice call me 11
If I die young all dogs go to heaven
Im chasin' these funds live my life on the run
Like your birthday I live for the present
I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
I might just f*ck up a stack
Go home and blow out her back
I got two hoes sittin in the back
Off a addy so I'm movin fast
And I do the dash
Running to the da cash
Never listen I just read the facts
Tryna see me see me
Want me back
Pre me pre me
Moving packs
Fast
I'm Going to the top I never go home
Whole crew got back like fur coat
Tryna party in limo she a freak hoe
Wanna go I think she wanna go home
So fine and she tryna go and touch road
Bend low legs straight tryna touch toes
Chillin w 11 in a group home
Smokin on a splizzy and we getting too zoned
Stackin the money I'm stacking the guap
I got these bitches all up on my cock
I got 11 in cut
Tryna come back from a rut
Tryna come back wanna see me go
I get it done like a rodeo
Baby come back wanna bend it low
I got money going slow
I just pulled up in designer
She don't know even know what's behind her
Paper stack look like a binder
Lit the city like a fire
I'll grant you what you desire
One thing I hate is a liar
Girl imma call you Mariah
Cuz you a gold digger
Writer: Nader Ghadban, Omar Othman
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