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Chorus: Lil Berete
I had to go and get it I had to go
Money and clothes drippin' Money and clothes
I roll with real dope dealers I roll with real dope dealers
And I got cold hitters, ayy And I got cold hitters
Hit up my bro and get it Hit up my bro
And she a gold digger, yeah And she a gold digger
I took her home and hit it I took her home
I don��t smoke no midgets, yeah
Money and clothes, I'm drippin', yeah Money and clothes
And she a ho hitter Ho hitter
It took long minutes, yeah It took long minutes
I��ma say this one time
I count hundreds, I count digits every time Every time
And I got groupies, I got thotties on my line They on my line
Had to keep a stick and roll with gang, that's every time Yeah
Had to stay down low 'til the sun go down and we gon' slide

Verse 1: Loski
How them niggas take my broski Broski
Next opp we catch, I bet they go sleep Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up on us, we'll see Yeah
Just bought a new Beretta for the team Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, and I got a Lil Berete with me Yeah
R.I.P SA, my G Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah Ooh yeah
Last week we 'round with three rounds up
Booyah Yeah, yeah, yeah
Won't stop 'til all of dem turn to dust
And we got all of these feds on us Feds on us
��Cause they know what we do Yeah
Run through all these bands and it��s true Yeah
Used to go kway-kway with my goons Kway-kway with my goons
All of my Barbies, dem pretty and bad Yeah
Fuck on your ho and I know that you mad Yeah
Pull up in foreigns, my pagans, dem brass Yeah
How you so cocky and you ain't got cash Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I buy the shit that you wish you had Yeah
Flex in designer, I don��t care 'bout the tag Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus: Lil Berete
I had to go and get it I had to go
Money and clothes drippin' Money and clothes
I roll with real dope dealers I roll with real dope dealers
And I got cold hitters, ayy And I got cold hitters
Hit up my bro and get it Hit up my bro
And she a gold digger, yeah And she a gold digger
I took her home and hit it I took her home
I don't smoke no midgets, yeah
Money and clothes, I��m drippin', yeah Money and clothes
And she a ho hitter Ho hitter
It took long minutes, yeah It took long minutes
I'ma say this one time
I count hundreds, I count digits every time Every time
And I got groupies, I got thotties on my line They on my line
Had to keep a stick and roll with gang, that's every time Yeah
Had to stay down low 'til the sun go down and we gon' slide Yeah

Verse 2: Lil Berete
Bring a stick, I ain't coming to fight Bring a stick
Fell in love with the gun in my life Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was broke, I was eating that rice Yeah, yeah, yeah
Then I switch up my play with it nice Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like a plane, I ain't talking no kite Like a plane
Free my bro, I ain't switchin' no side Free my bro
Like a virgin, my circle be tight Yeah
I been hurtin', I gotta go slide Yeah, yeah, yeah, grrraaa
And I'm doing alright on my own Alright
With that white in the bag like it's four With the white
In the sky, and I feel like a drone In the sky
Hit a lick with a mash then we gone Hit a lick
And I stay in the field like a cone Yeah
I was making them calls on the phone Oh yeah
In the trap, I was trappin' at home In the trap
Fuck a cop, you know I can't fold Yeah, cop, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus: Lil Berete
I had to go and get it I had to go
Money and clothes drippin' Money and clothes
I roll with real dope dealers I roll with real dope dealers
And I got cold hitters, ayy And I got cold hitters
Hit up my bro and get it Hit up my bro
And she a gold digger, yeah And she a gold digger
I took her home and hit it I took her home
I don't smoke no midgets, yeah
Money and clothes, I'm drippin', yeah Money and clothes
And she a ho hitter Ho hitter
It took long minutes, yeah It took long minutes
I'ma say this one time
I count hundreds, I count digits every time Every time
And I got groupies, I got thotties on my line They on my line
Had to keep a stick and roll with gang, that's every time Yeah
Had to stay down low 'til the sun go down and we gon' slide

Verse 3: Loski
Chasin' the bag Yeah, yeah
Designer on all of my shoes Yeah, yeah
She cheat on her man Yeah, yeah
But she weren't supposed to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From 13, been with it, don't question Yeah
From 15, that shotty my weapon Yeah
Ask G'Smarkz from young, we been pressing Yeah
You don't get money, go get up and press it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 4: Lil Berete
I'm on a mission to grind and get it On a mission
Bought me a mansion to feel like in Heaven Bought me a mansion
I had a five then I turned it to a seven I had a five
Whip up a D just to feel like I'm Kevin Whip it up, whip it up
I'm playing key just like Rihanna I'm playing keys
Smoking my weed, I call it gelato Smoking my weed
Pockets and B's, I just hit the lotto Pockets and B's
Hybrid that thing, and I bet it go faster Hybrid that, skrrt

Chorus: Lil Berete
I had to go and get it I had to go
Money and clothes drippin' Money and clothes
I roll with real dope dealers I roll with real dope dealers
And I got cold hitters, ayy And I got cold hitters
Hit up my bro and get it Hit up my bro
And she a gold digger, yeah And she a gold digger
I took her home and hit it I took her home
I don't smoke no midgets, yeah
Money and clothes, I'm drippin', yeah Money and clothes
And she a ho hitter Ho hitter
It took long minutes, yeah It took long minutes
I'ma say this one time
I count hundreds, I count digits every time Every time
And I got groupies, I got thotties on my line They on my line
Had to keep a stick and roll with gang, that's every time Yeah
Had to stay down low 'til the sun go down and we gon' slide