LYRICS:

Walk inside the club and I’m just a walking bankroll
Two bad bitches on me they do what I say so
She say Desi yeah I fuck with you, you get the pesos
So much damn money I been counting like I’m Bezos
I been keeping cool rock undercover with the fazos
Crush the ice up in the double cup I’m sipping on the Faygo
If you ain’t talking money then you can not speak my lingo
All my 50’s pink it’s looking something like flamingo

I got hella different type of hoes on my roster
Yeah we finna throw a party make sure you don’t get the block hot
Only dap you up if you my brother fuck a high-five
And if you do me wrong don’t got a problem saying bye-bye

Nah I ain’t give a fuck about you yeah
I been here before ain’t nothing I could lose yeah
And if you bout it tell me what you tryna do then
Okay I want like four bitches in this room yeah
Check came in I hit my money dance
Check came in I hit my money dance
I stay rocking shit that you could never have
I show that bitch a quarter-mil she had a heart attack

(Whtny) 

Run it
Run it
Run it back—Renegade
Of course I’m gonna bleed ’em
Late night glide, I was riding with the demons
Made money off computers, still rocking with the shooters
I made so much money off fraud
I spend it stupid

She a bloodsucker
She a body eater
If she want it, then she got it
Course I’m gonna feed her
I get so neurotic in my hood i’m hearing ninas
I just heard an ambulance
I just heard a nee-naw
She wan’ get splashy so I call her Aquafina
Fuck a tax bracket, I spent wealth on these litres
This bitch think I’m cheating ‘cause I told her you can’t call me
Molly, Mary Jane, Whtny—we had an orgy

Geek, I rock Chrome glasses
I barely passed my classes
I’m not good at maths
But I’m good at counting up

She curved me in the past tense
Now she fuck with my fashion
She seen me rocking shows
Now she said she wanna fuck

(Desires)

Walk inside the club and I’m just a walking bankroll
Two bad bitches on me they do what I say so
She say Desi yeah I fuck with you, you get the pesos
So much damn money I been counting like I’m Bezos
I been keeping cool rock undercover with the fazos
Crush the ice up in the double cup I’m sipping on the Faygo
If you ain’t talking money then you can not speak my lingo
All my 50’s pink it’s looking something like flamingo

I got hella different type of hoes on my roster
Yeah we finna throw a party make sure you don’t get the block hot
Only dap you up if you my brother fuck a high-five
And if you do me wrong don’t got a problem saying bye-bye

Nah I ain’t give a fuck about you yeah
I been here before ain’t nothing I could lose yeah
And if you bout it tell me what you tryna do then
Okay I want like four bitches in this room yeah
Check came in I hit my money dance
Check came in I hit my money dance
I stay rocking shit that you could never have
I show that bitch a quarter-mil she had a heart attack

FLAMINGO (Ft. WHTNY) [Whyconor x Cammyydidit]

No Restrictions (prod. UsaidBanko)

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[Intro]
(Wow)
What’s up ho? What you on?

[Verse 1]
Popped 2 pills in the rave just to make sure that shit was really real
Riding through ClayCo with them K’s
I’m tryna smoke a blunt and catch a kill
In the hills with your bae, lil shawty tryna catch a feel
Yeah, and I’m finna drop my tape, all of these hoes gon’ be head over heels
Popped 1 tab in the rain, I’m tryna see if I can still feel
Lil bitch, I’m rocking Balmain, I do what I want, give a fuck how you feel
Yeah, and my uncle be doing cocaine, I feel just like Kurt Cobain
Sometimes wanna blow my brain, so I hop on FL to heal the pain

[Verse 2]
I ain’t got no hoes, I don’t even got no motherfucking main
I don’t want no love, I don’t want your love, yeah, I just want some bands
Gotta put in that work and have a motherfucking plan (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I’m going berserk, I’m high as fuck, don’t think I’ll land (uh, uh, uh, uh)
These not Dolce & Gabbana, these Ray-Bans (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I said fuck that ho, she just a fan of me
This ho, she wanna fuck my team
I’m countin’ up guap, I’m countin’ up green
Put him on a shirt, make him a meme
Oh, that’s your ho? Put her in Celine
I told that ho, “Pour me some lean”
Huh, yeah, and I got Glock up in my pocket, it got beam

[Chorus]
Popped 2 pills in the rave just to make sure that shit was really real
Riding through ClayCo with them K’s
I’m tryna smoke a blunt and catch a kill
In the hills with your bae, lil shawty tryna catch a feel
Yeah, and I’m finna drop my tape, all of these hoes gon’ be head over heels
Popped 1 tab in the rain, I’m tryna see if I can still feel
Lil bitch, I’m rocking Balmain, I do what I want, give a fuck how you feel
Yeah, and my uncle be doing cocaine, I feel just like Kurt Cobain
Sometimes wanna blow my brain, so I hop on FL to heal the pain

[Verse 3]
I ain’t got no hoes, I don’t even got no motherfucking main
I don’t want no love, I don’t want your love, yeah, I just want some bands
Gotta put in that work and have a motherfucking plan (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I’m going berserk, I’m high as fuck, don’t think I’ll land (uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Outro: Jessie Slaughter]
“This is to all you fucking haters, ok?
Guess what, I’ll pop a glock in your mouth and make a brain slushy”

did all this for real

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