phresh out the runaway


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Venus I’m outta coast, my bitches don’t know
Fuck wit’ her, my designer drip to the fucking flo’
Be out in that, they like em in all them honey stuffs
Monas are rolling loudies, and my bitches so Bvlgari!
Bodies of Dulcattis do what the fuck you want!
I bet you niggas gon’ be like “bitch dis my fucking song”
How could you be so hood, but you so fucking pop?
How could you be so fun, and sound like you selling rocks?

What’s in the chain dollars?
What’s on my chain dollars?
All of the bank dollars got change for small dollars
Everything plain dollars
I was in the back line, I’m standing in the bank line,
You throwin’ up the gang signs