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fly like umbrella - ssg splurge lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
goop
yeah

[verse]
come through umbrella, i got diamonds on my chains
i done snuck my gun inside the arena, i’m at the ball game
i ain’t nun’ of them rappers, ain’t finna’ play no diss respond games
yeah, i see him ballin’, he still my son, i’m lebron james
goin’ first class, i’m high as f*ck, feel like a paper plane
n*gga, lets a play a game
how long it takes to get you slayed
we two different people, i sent a blitz, you sent a raid
i jus sent his b*tch to go pick up some sh*t, we on the same page
i run up stock, put a b*tch on the clock but i’m not flava flav
i don’t talk, somebody gon’ pop that helmеt, that protect your brain
i don’t shop, somebody go to the mall, thеy bringin’ me helmut lang
we ain’t trippin’ on how many guns you got ’cause all of them shoot the same
n*gga, this rap sh*t got me rich
i’m really the one that started this sh*t, i’on think they hip
i rather go get some custom goop, you won’t see another n*gga in it
he trying to go sell some packs and hit johnny dang and hit up the dentist
get yourself right, my n*gga

[chorus]
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money

[verse 2]
all i wanna do is—

i’m still gettin’ to this money, n*gga
run it up but it took day n night like kid cudi, n*gga
when this sh*t pop off, its fight or flight, you better off duckin’, n*gga
yeah
i’m still gettin’ to it, i probably won’t stop if i touch a bill’
couple my n*ggas still sittin’ without a bond, this sh*t foreal
f*ck around, take a trip, not for the thrill, just for the chill
before i go sell my soul, i’ll get on a plane wit’ them b*tches vacuum sealed
told my potna “b*tch, you gotta get off the block, you ain’t o’neal”
i told that hoe, if you want someone to adore you, call miguel
i been smellin’ different, mix my prada wit’ the ysl
n*gga, we’ll set up down the block and rod yo clientele
drop over a line, this ain’t wine, it’ll get you high as h*ll
i’ll send a hit like the nfl, they thinkin’ i’m roger codell
bulletproof look like a turtle sh*ll but the color of a snail
creed need to drop a weed cologne ’cause that’s how i smell

[chorus]
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money
all i wanna do is—, and a—
and take your money

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