Holy Smokes Remix Lyrics – Trippie Redd
Singer: Trippie Redd
Title: Holy Smokes Remix
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(GOONTEX)
Yeah, Yeah
Holy f#ckin’ smokes, I got my money up (Cash)
Countin’ all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up
Multi millions, I fill a hundred up
All this cash on me but I still can’t buy love
Put the hundons in the Chanel, got my racks up
Sit back, flip sh#t like a acrobat, n#gg#, get the stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(All this cash on me) Sad thing is money still won’t buy love (Oh)
You can’t fit my racks in an arena
White cup filled with purple stuff, it look like Frieza
Bro and them got hit with that subpoena
Better keep they mouth shut, or we gonna have to clean up
Throwin’ money up like I’m nauseous
Baby girl, I’m еxhausted
Baby, be cautious
Know the streets bе talkin’
Every day walk with a check and I’m motherf#ckin’ talkin’
Every day making money every way, hang with them bosses
Holy f#ckin’ smokes, I got my money up (Cash)
Countin’ all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up
Multi millions, I fill a hundred up
All this cash on me but I still can’t buy love
Put the hundons in the Chanel, got my racks up
Sit back, flip sh#t like a acrobat, n#gg#, get the stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(All this cash on me) Sad thing is money still won’t buy love (Oh)
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Got my own racks in the house (house)
In your house is a mouse (mouse, ha ha)
I’m go back into house and eating chicken with sause (chicken with …, chicken with …)
You are not, they are not, she are not the boss (it’s me)
Go, when i go (when i go)
My bro (my bro)
You make me feel low (feel low)
Eyyyyyyy, i have have a good flow (ya)
All this damn dick fillin’ her tummy up (Yeah), yeah
I done f#cked your b#tch and her best friend in front of her
How the f#ck you ain’t never get your money up? (How?)
(How the f#ck you ain’t never get your money up?)
I just spent me a hundred thousand, I treat it like it’s twenty bucks (Lil Uzi)
I’m a Leo, now watch how I f#ck the summer up (Yeah, facts)
Your girl got my name tatted, she swear she won’t get a cover up
If he want smoke with me, that’s another blunt (Yeah)
All different kinds, every girl fine, can’t make my mind
Holy f#ckin’ smokes, I got my money up (Yeah, cash)
Countin’ all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up (Whoa)
Multi millions, I fill a hundred up
All this cash on me but I still can’t buy love
Put the hundons in the Chanel, got my racks up (Put the hundons)
Sit back, flip sh#t like a acrobat, n#gg#, get the stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup (Yeah)
(All this cash on me) Sad thing is money still won’t buy love (Oh, it’s Lil Uzi Vert)
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