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trends - blaatina lyrics

[verse 1]
bb simon on my waist no these ain’t fashion nova jeans (nova jeans)
gotta addicted to the money think it turned me to a fiend (to a fiеnd)
had to get it out the mud the othеr side ain’t always green (ain’t always green)
ain’t no days off in this b*tch gotta get it by any means (yuh)
rich b*tch top*notch prada for the chill
touch down in la im at the top what’s in the hills
i’m on melrose in that [?] got the bag inside the whip
in the [?] pistol packing b*tch i’m really just a kid

[hook]
uh
shawty wet cause she gon get it she on go (go, go)
we money chasers just in case you didn’t know (didn’t know)
been setting trends for all you groupies and you hoes (and you hoes)
b*tches just be hating ain’t no competition though
and i put that on my soul
you been f*cking with the opps
and i can’t f*ck with you no more (yuh)
all these boys going out sad cause they be tweaked over some hoes
i won’t ever go out bad i keep that stick on me fosho
[verse 2]
yeah, uh, new money, new b*tch, told that boy to back up (back up)
these b*tches in they feelings going broke, be trying to catch up (trying to catch up)
you know all my b*tches pretty, getting to it said to tony tryna match us, he tryna match us
i’m gon’ pull off in that skrt pack when i’m cruising on my block
all these b*tches do you dirty, like my cup is full of wock’
living good through all the red lights, moving fast it ain’t no stops
i got rich within a year for all the hoes who pocket watch

- blaatina lyrics

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