silly watch lyrics

Got my money, then I had to just flex the block (Yeah) We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (Yeah) Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot I’m so lit, I could make your whole strip hot Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan’ body rock Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top This Chanel, no, I don’t wear no Baccarat Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock I’m in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks Slidin’ all on the ice like a hockey shot Seventeen-five for a t-shirt He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah Gators on me, you can’t catch me in bummy Crocs I’m a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop Hugh Hefner died, so I can’t get bunny top I can never die unless all my money stops Fuckin’ all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot Countin’ up my millions, you know it’s up a lot (Yeah) Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock I’m with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch All this money make me wan’ hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots At the dealer, I can’t pull this shit off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin’ thots I got niggas that be movin’ the tan rock That’s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin’ cop Double-park, new Lambo’ with no parkin’ spot Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi), Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah), Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock, I’m with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock, Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap, Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah), All this money make me wan’ hit my Diddy Bop, Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello? Accessories, you know we love 'em a lot (Finess) Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Seventy-five for a T-shirt Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot

Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me want body rock

High bridge, I was right just there on the lot I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Yeah, hey I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot Put a nigga in a lot like I'm Kurt Angle

He a half, like he pulled up just with a crop

Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot I got niggas that be movin' the town rock Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot

I catch a opp, take his soul, then I elevate (That's on my momma) Woof, woof, woof, woof (Yeah) How many times I'm gon' tell you to stop? (Yeah) Fuckin' on your bitch and now you's a thumb a lot Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah) (Yeah), We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (Yeah), Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot, I’m so lit, I could make your whole strip hot, Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan’ body rock, Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot, Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top, This Chanel, no, I don’t wear no Baccarat, Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat, Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock, I’m in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks, Slidin’ all on the ice like a hockey shot, He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah, Gators on me, you can’t catch me in bummy Crocs, I’m a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop, Hugh Hefner died, so I can’t get bunny top, I can never die unless all my money stops, Fuckin’ all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot, When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot, Countin’ up my millions, you know it’s up a lot (Yeah), Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi), Songs Search By Lyrics | English Songs Lyrics, Bob Dylan How Many Times Lyrics Blowin’ in the Wind. Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah) All this money make me wan’ hit my Diddy Bop Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello?)

I want that cheese on my steak like a Philly shop I'm the only one that fucked on that bitch

Gas, I don't need a perky to activate Put my stripes on my head like a Bengal Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?) I-I-I'm-I'm missin' an eye, they callin' me Fetty Wap

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