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lil glitzo - “cashing millions” كلمات أغنية

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[intro]
(yeah… yeah… ayy, glitzo!)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (let’s go)
yuh, yuh (ice on me)
ayy (what?), ayy (skii!), let’s get it, huh (let’s go)
— glitzoville sh_t, haaa

[chorus]
b_tch, i’m cashin’ millions, countin’ blue strips with my feet up (count it!)
f_ck yo’ feelings, ran that check up, now my seat up (skrrt)
chrome on my jeans, b_tch, i’m clean, this that elite stuff (drip!)
diamonds hit like “d_mn!” in the light, they don’t need touch (nope)
talk sl!ck? get beat up (boom!), my neck and wrist iced the street up (frozen)
i don’t chase no ho, i boss her up and then delete her (bye!)
yeah, these rappers kids to me, i son ’em like a prеacher (yeah)
and i ain’t evеn hit my prime, just wait ’til i get meaner (woo!)

[verse]
twelve years old, still talk my sh_t like i’m a vet, huh (talk!)
dripped in all designer, i can flex without a check, huh (flexed up)
he a goofy, bought her flowers, i just bought her neck, bruh (simp!)
told her bend it over, then i ghost her in a tesla (skrrt!)
too much money on me, my lil’ safe got claustrophobic (facts)
hatin’ ass n_gga in the comments, i don’t know him (who is that?)
talkin’ ’bout my age, lil’ boy, go get some motion (go grind)
glitzo got the city lit, this sh_t loud like explosions (boom!)
big ice on my wrist, no cap, i got frostbite (brrr)
never had a curfew, i was trappin’ at the porch light (late night)
tell the label send that wire, b_tch, i need it by the fortnight (send that)
f_ck around and buy a penthouse just to store my off_whites (haha!)
[chorus]
b_tch, i’m cashin’ millions, countin’ blue strips with my feet up (count it!)
f_ck yo’ feelings, ran that check up, now my seat up (yeah!)
chrome on my jeans, b_tch, i’m clean, this that elite stuff (elite!)
diamonds hit like “d_mn!” in the light, they don’t need touch (nope)
talk sl!ck? get beat up (boom!), my neck and wrist iced the street up (frozen)
i don’t chase no ho, i boss her up and then delete her (brrr!)
yeah, these rappers kids to me, i son ’em like a preacher (haha)
and i ain’t even hit my prime, just wait ’til i get meaner (skii!)

[outro]
yuh… glitzo
big g sh_t, not the little one
ice on, shades on, chain swingin’ in the booth
f_ck yo’ opinion, i got proof
—cashing millions, hoe

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