DEUCE THE TRUTH – ATM

Letra “DEUCE THE TRUTH – ATM” Official Lyrics

All this money on me
All this money on me
(Money counter)
All this money on me
She see the drip on me
I ain’t being low key

She got her hands on me
I got these bands on me
On me on me

All this money on me
What these bitches want from me
Tell me tell me

She want a real one that’s certified he on his job bonafide 40 cal down to slidee
I be trying hard not to nut when she on the top
Back shots lеgs cocked Gucci socks all in the air
Copped thе Ace of Spade and Rozay’d the Bel Air
She takin trips to the bathroom just to stare in the mirror
I can grade the pussy
Just from a stare from the lens
A mack in the benz
Chrome kit stock with the rims
We after the M’s

We talking sex wealth and health
She say she went on a cleanse
Now the coochie taste like water
Ewwww it’s dripping again
She pull up on the niggz
No we ain’t takin no L’s
Lifestyle Legendary
And I’m still NFL
We finna ball this a drill
Let’s Huddle up at a mill
We Celebrate a bill
Then fuck it run it again
I fell asleep on the money counter
The money keep piling up wilding out buy a island and watch them commas get long as fuck we feeling young

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