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Aldivino - Fm3mix Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Go play that shit, man
Know I mean?
Roll the red carpet out for me and all that, huh?
Let's define two things in the world I need
Two Season, my widdow bitch I need, 2nd theory, man (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Cocaine for a bitch, cocaine for a ho
Cocaine for a broad
Got cocaine, ask cocaine hoes
I got the cocaine, woah (Swoop)
Cocaine for a bitch, cocaine for a ho (Woop)
Cocaine for a broad (Ay!)
I sell the cocaine, ho

[Verse]
I sell the cocaine, hah? I sell the cocaine raw
Divino much doper than y'all
I don't know what the fuck you though this was (Ah, what you thought, man?)
Huh?
But the hood show me love, know the hood, know what it does
Know the hood, know what it do, what it do
Gun in the bubblegoose (Bing, bing)
I be runnin' through money, like, ain't nothin' new, but
I remember days when I ain't have nothin' but lint in my pockets though (I ain't have shit! Word!)
You can't stop the truth, can't block the light of the sun with your hand
You got a plan, you better have some hands, huh? (Word! You hear me?)
Huh?
Bands, keep makin' these bands (Chi-ching! Dough!)
I gotta scheme, I gotta skim, uh
We make shit move 'round here
Take shit over, OT, we breakin rubber bands, son, you know me
Move like shinobi, know the—
Know I need dough in advance
[Outro]
You better have my money on time
You better have my money
Say you better have my money on time
Better have my money (Ha)
I said you better have my money on time (You better have that shit)
(Better have my money, man)
Said you better have my money (Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing)
Said you better have my money on time

[Part II]

[Intro]
Where my drink at, bitch?
I roll two, man
Get me right, baby, know I mean, huh
I mean, got my big one, know I mean? Yeah
(Bitches right on)
You know I'm nice, right? (Shoot, the shit right over here)
Yeah, huh? (So)

[Verse]
I gotta have it (Right)
Stuck to the money like a magnet (Chi-ching!)
So I'm a money magnet (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Don't get stuck in drug traffic (Yoah), huh?
Get your soul snatched from a shorty in a hotel suite
Slip somethin' in your drink (Ya-yo)
What you thought? (Huh?)
Nah, it don't matter what you think, you caught up
Hah!
I shoulda thought it out (Huh?)
But we in the house once again (Aha)
Been of the Moët, Henny in demand (Huh)
Where do I begin? (Woo!)
You know where I'm from (Aha)
Nine-seven-eight-one, the city ya sin from (Woo!)
Literally, yah, where they spray the AR (The AR)
Fifteens run in the cribs with firearms (Demon!)
Ya already know
Best you read the article
We was dodgin' obstacles, did what we had to do
Now we doin' what we wanna do (Wildin'!)
We was doin' the opposite of you (Scram!)
We just— we was dodgin' cops too (Boop-boop, boop)
You already know we got loot (Boop-boop)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, dude? If it's not us (Huh?)
Don't get your snot box bust (Boom!)
With a empty champagne bottle?
Sky rain hollows (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing, bing)
I'm from where it feel like it never gon' be a brighter tomorrow (Word)
Huh? But we made somethin' special out of nothin' despite the sorrow (You know I—)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Chi-ching!)
[Outro]
Huh? (Knock this shit right here, lord)
(I mean? Especially in a Rover, you know?)
(You know? The move, jack, of this right here, that's motherfuckin' fact)
[?], it's like yo, catch up
Know I mean? This the update, this the—, this the—, you know?
This the upgrade right here
High technology, this that high technolgy, acknowledge me
[?]
Word

[Part III]

[Verse]
My bitch bad as hell (Ay!)
All she do is rock Dior (That's all she do)
And do Chanel (Woo)
Always do her nails (Nails she do too)
Help me out throw the work on the scale (She lookin' out, boo)
Huh?
I never fail, it ain't hard to tell (What the fuck?)
Huh? Yeah
My bitch bad as hell
All she do is Dior and Chanel (That's all she do)
Always do her nails (Hah!)
My bitch badder than a muhfucka, hold the gun for me
Nah, nah (Nothin' like you)
You Ain't gon' find nothin' else like this, I keep the sauce, son
You ain't gon' find this type of drip, I promise you that
Son, I promise you that (That's my word)
Thinkin' of rap, saw a lot of racks (Dough!)
Saw a lot of commas, saw a lot of dollars (Bags)
Saw a lot of real ones, leave a lot of imposters
Man
Saw a lot of dollars, saw a lot of commas (Then we started, man, you know?)
Met a lot of people but we ain't got much in common (Nah)
I tell you that, I tell you that
Riddle me this
No hesi' with the gat (Bing-bing-bing!)
Split your wig, SIG Sauer
Crack your limb like a twig, son
Get it how we live (Word)
[Outro]
That's word up
Huh
My bitch bad as hell
She always down to do the work on the scale
All she do is Dior, all she rock is Chanel