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Cream Soda
Quando Rondo
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Yeah, yeah, yeah It's your boy Quando, and I ran up this money All this cash money I got all this cash on me New money, blue money, I'm tired (I'm tired) I don't know why I tried her (Why I tried her) Said I'ma f**k her one time, then I hit again (Ohh) Turn them pennies to a dime, I just hit a lick (QRN) Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups Twenty bags of OG, hit the road, and make it double up I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (Skah) Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather Audemar was gold, and no C****a', that shit sick as f**k Pass it to the homie like I'm Romo, damn she thick as f**k I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck Man, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners Bad b***h look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly A milli', that ain't nothin' to me, I ran that shit up more than once I'm really, really from the streets, and ain't nobody put me on I like my b*****s like my cars, I swear to God that all of them foreign My closet worth about two-hundred Amiri sneaks I never wore 'em Bad b***h just like Lauren London, shop inside designer stores Clean up crew, we do our chores I count up blues until I'm bored All blue that Aventador, make that shit say, "Neighborhood" I can make a tenth of Forgies, break 'em down and sell 'em all We get 'em in and get 'em gone Yo' b***h like how I put it on Molly [?] I can't be catchin' sales or comas [?] in California, go to jail and try to clone me Play for keeps, we put you under AMG, like f**k her harder Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups Twenty bags of OG, hit the road, and make it double up I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (Skah) Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather Audemar was gold, and no C****a', that shit sick as f**k Pass it to the homie like I'm Romo, damn she thick as f**k I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck Man, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners Bad b***h look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly Vince Carter left his whole damn arm in a rim (Arm in a rim) Wrist water, I bet I could f**k Ms. Parker, she a ten (She a ten) Different colored b*****s, shawty like Crayola, I could pick (I could pick) Road to riches, throw that Benz right on the sport mode, let it hit (Skrrt) Nowadays, jump right off the porch, and need a glizzy with a switch (Grrah) Cartiers, I could see the hate, they know I'm super rich (I'm super rich) Broad day with no license plate, we rock out with them sticks (Bah) Broadway worth 'bout fifty K, you play us, we sent a blitz Rod Wave, I'm dyin' off these Cuban links, that's off the rip (That's off the rip) I know they hate to see me shinin', I'm just tryna pay the bills (Tryna pay the bills) Purple baby, my lil' homies thuggin', thunder off the hip (They off the hip) "F**k you, pay me," that's the moto homie, Glocks, extended clips They got the— Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups Twenty bags of OG, hit the road, and make it double up I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (Skah) Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather Audemar was gold, and no C****a', that shit sick as f**k Pass it to the homie like I'm Romo, damn she thick as f**k I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck Man, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners Bad b***h look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly
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