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Fibonacci

 

Fibonacci


I need money bags full of dough
I'm a savage, I know
Watch me dab on a low
Oh My God, Oh My God

I need money bags full of dough
I'm a savage, I know
Watch me dip and dab on a low
Oh my God, Oh my God

Whoosh, ayy
Found me on a spaceship
Outer-space shit, always on vacation
Yeah, shout out to my Freemasons
That Fettuccine coming in, I can taste it
I no longer want to plead the fifth
Keep that knowledge way too secretive
If I told you, would you be convinced?
That Fibonacci with the sequences

I need Louis bags, full of dough but it's Zeus
I am a savage, I know
In a sky with the stars, like a horoscope
Zodiac, Virgo gang, she a Taurus though

And she need money bags full of dough
I'm a savage, I know
Watch me dab on a low
Oh my God, Oh my God

I need money bags full of dough
I'm a savage, I know
Watch me dip and dab on a low
Oh my God, Oh my God

Feeling like Tony Montana
Party with all of my friends
Spilled drink all on my pants (Fuck)
'Scuse me, pardon my French
Feeling like "what have I done?"
Rolling up one of my blunts
Reach for the light
Bitch I don't sleep in the night
Up late in a camp mo' pape' when I creep in the site
You know I put work in everyday
Just so I could blow up overnight
Mama mama mama mia
I cannot be caught whipping in a Fiat
I need to cop me a Porsche
Bitch say I'm cocky of course
That never stopped me before
We fucking, but no, she is not mi amor
Not complaisant never cozy
Dirty looks from the OG's
I just merk and keep it low key
I just work until its OT
Hollywood is not new to me
Grub with the angels mid city
I seen the inside and out of this town, don't be confused I can get gritty
Ay, keep with the feedback I need that like Hummers need gas, coming up fast
One and one on the dash
Palm always itching my thumb on that cash
I'm DIY, only me, one man, one band, young woosh, one Croosh
And you know

I need money bags full of dough
I'm a savage, I know
Watch me dab on a low
Oh my God, Oh my God

I need money bags full of dough
I'm a savage, I know
Watch me dip and dab on a low
Oh my God, Oh my God

feito

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