Gunna – 70K

(Taurus)
(Run that back, Turbo)

Chorus

I don’t mean to boast, but I know I got these fuck niggas mad
Being broke ain’t no joke, so you know I went and got me some cash
Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in a bag
When you livin’ life this good just know your bitch always gon’ be bad

Interlude

Yo, what’s up? Okay cool, I’m in the studio, rappin’

Verse 1

Took off on my work and this shit didn’t come from no luck
I done got these racks, these bitches won’t stop blowin’ my phone up
Finessin’ the rap, now the whole world think I done kicked the cup
Yo’ bitch hid in my lap, deep throat this dick when I take a puff
No cap in my rap, we was playin’ with sticks when we was comin’ up
I seen my partner, he ain’t shed a tear, know he’s tough as fuck
I take your hoe to
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spot, she gon’ let me fuck
It’s just somethin’ in her blood, she feelin’ herself when I catch a nut
I been flyin’ these pretty fine bitches in, they still sluts
Like three, four days ago this bitch told me put it in her butt
Feel like I’m performin’ surgery ‘cause I’m in and out her gut
My niggas been on a splurgin’ spree, got cheese like Pizza Hut
A
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emergency, I speed when I’m in a Porsche
Disrespectin’ one in the circle, we gon’ kill ‘em with no remorse
I’m speaking it with a purpose, yeah, these people wan’ hear my voice
That Double R gon’ stand for really rich when I’m in they Royce

Chorus

I don’t mean to boast, but I know I got these fuck niggas mad
Being broke ain’t no joke, so you know I went and got me some cash
Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in a bag
When you livin’ life this good just know your bitch always gon’ be bad

Interlude

Yo, yeah, yeah, huh? I’m in the studio, want me to send you the address?
Yeah, I’ma finna tell ‘em “Open the gate”

Pop it when you can, but nigga, I pop it whenever I want
Yo’ bitch hop on the
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, my bitches shop and get what they want
I do this shit without tryin’, fuck ‘round and come up with a whole song
My career done got bitch, fuck ‘round got
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, bought me two new phones
Doin’ this shit for
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, I’m pullin’ out racks when you comin’ home
I’m hittin’ yo’ hoe from the back, she say she in love with my new cologne
Fear Of God on my ass sittin’ on top of
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Callin’ these shots from the top, these people treat me like Al-Capone
Since you speakin’ a bag, Gunna Gunna bad to the bone
Drip, I let it drag, I’m fashionably known
Thought she had lil’ class ‘till I brought her to my home
She ain’t waste no time, she got right down, kept her heels on
Left her with a couple hundred, no I don’t feel played (Uh)
Fucked her like a dog, but I ain’t know she was still engaged
I don’t abide by the law, niggas know I’m a renegade (Uh)
Fuck ‘round spend it all ‘cause I know I can generate

Chorus

I don’t mean to boast, but I know I got these fuck niggas mad
Being broke ain’t no joke, so you know I went and got me some cash
Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in a bag
When you livin’ life this good just know your bitch always gon’ be bad

Outro

Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in a bag
When you livin’ life this good just know your bitch always gon’ be bad