Trippie Redd - Holy Smokes Lyrics

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Yeah, yeah
Holy fuckin 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 cant buy love
Put the hunduns in the Chanel, got my racks up
See a bag for this shit like a acrobat, nigga, get your stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
All this cash on me, but this money still wont buy love

You cant 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 were gonna have to clean up
Throwin money up like Im nauseous
Baby girl, Im exhausted
Baby, be cautious
Know the streets be talkin
Every day, walk with a check and a motherfuckin target
Every day, makin money every way, hang with them bosses

Holy fuckin 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 cant buy love
Put the hunduns in the Chanel, got my racks up
See a bag for this shit like a acrobat, nigga, get your stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
All this cash on me, but this money still wont buy love

All this damn dick fillin her tummy up yeah
I done fucked your bitch and her best friend in front of her
How the fuck you aint never get your money up?
I just spent me a hundred thousand, I treat it like its 20 bucks
Im a Leo, now watch how I fuck the summer up
Your girl got my name tatted, she swear she wont get a cover up
If he want smoke with me, thats another blunt
All different kinds
Every girl fine
Cant make my mind