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Lil Gotit - Collages Lyrics



Lil Gotit - Collages Lyrics
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[ Featuring NAV, Millie Go Lightly ]

(DY Krazy)

She don't care, mackin' on the sofa
I got some syrup in the soda
Nigga, I'm ridin' with Lil Jamez in Minnesota
I got on ten pointers, didn't you notice?
You can never control me, not remotely
Takin' this Addy, thirty on me
When I lost her, it had me feelin' lonely
In the middle of the party, yeah, I'm zonin'
We laughin' at you 'cause we joanin'
Cashin' my boy, forever on it
Lil PeeWee gon' talk it and keep it a hundred
Lil PJ, the private pilot homie
I gotta keep some vibes 'round me, stonin'
And they pussy come bald, macaroni
Yeah, I'm goin' all out 'bout these Tronies
I'm makin' collages with this money (woo-ooh)

I'm gon' married to this money (woo-ooh)
I'm havin' sex with this money (ooh)
I cannot stress with this money (ah)
I take off your head with this money (woah)

Snow, sleet, sunny (yeah)
I'm always gettin' to the money (to the money)
Geeked up, I laugh, ain't nothin' funny (oh)
Bought mama a Range with the money (skrrt)
Used to have a little money in my pocket (skrrt)
Take a look at me now, you know I got it (whew)
I'm buildin' a castle with the money (whew)
Your bitch f*ckin' me and Slatt Gotit (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm a boss, I mind my business (a boss)
I could spend a hundred thousand in a minute (in a minute)
YSL, XO, I'm committed (XO)
Now we got slimes in every city
Bought ten PS5s for the clique
VVS diamonds make you sick (bling)
Shawty wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm rich (yes sir)
My neck and my wrist a major lick (yes sir)
Made my first milli', couldn't believe it (no sir)
Shawty wanna stay, I told her "Beat it" (let's go)
Like a sunflower seed, I made her eat it (let's go)
Got stripes on this Yeezy, my Adidas (let's go)
In Turks I be smokin' on exotic
Brought the jetski so much, I almost bought it
Stackin' my hundreds to the ceilin'
I could buy your whole life in one deposit

She don't care, mackin' on the sofa
I got some syrup in the soda
And I'm ridin' with Lil Jamez in Minnesota
I got on ten pointers, didn't you notice?
You can never control me, not remotely
Takin' this Addy, thirty on me
When I lost her, it had me feelin' lonely
In the middle of the party, yeah, I'm zonin'
We laughin' at you 'cause we joanin'
Cashin' my boy, forever on it
Lil PeeWee gon' talk it and keep it a hundred
Lil PJ, the private pilot homie
I gotta keep some vibes 'round me, stonin'
And they pussy come bald, macaroni
Yeah, I'm goin' all out 'bout these Tronies
I'm makin' collages with this money (woo-ooh)

I'm gon' married to this money (woo-ooh)
I'm havin' sex with this money (ooh)
I cannot stress with this money (ah)
I take off your head with this money

They put their head down when they see me (beat it)
She open her mouth when she eat it (eat it)
We drippin' it down, expensive pieces (pieces)
We don't want the head, nah, you can keep it (uh-uh)
I call up Rio, you's my vision (Rio)
I won't come around now and tease her (no)
Was ballin' in Dior when I met her (Dior)
Before I trust her, I get caught up cheatin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I could never ever trip about it (uh-uh)
When it come to step, we got too many bodies (too many bodies)
When it come to shooters, they got many bodies (they got many bodies)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) talkin' ballin', I won't bless the pockets (we made it)
We forever rappin' and you niggas cappin' (Slatt Gotit)
Ain't nothin' basic, y'all can read about it (Gotit)

She don't care, mackin' on the sofa
I got some syrup in the soda
And I'm ridin' with Lil Jamez in Minnesota
I got on ten pointers, didn't you notice?
You can never control me, not remotely
Takin' this Addy, thirty on me
When I lost her, it had me feelin' lonely
In the middle of the party, yeah, I'm zonin'
We laughin' at you 'cause we joanin'
Cashin' my boy, forever on it
Lil PeeWee gon' talk it and keep it a hundred
Lil PJ, the private pilot homie
I gotta keep some vibes 'round me, stonin'
And they pussy come bald, macaroni
Yeah, I'm goin' all out 'bout these Tronies
I'm makin' collages with this money
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English

(DY Krazy)

She don't care, mackin' on the sofa
I got some syrup in the soda
Nigga, I'm ridin' with Lil Jamez in Minnesota
I got on ten pointers, didn't you notice?
You can never control me, not remotely
Takin' this Addy, thirty on me
When I lost her, it had me feelin' lonely
In the middle of the party, yeah, I'm zonin'
We laughin' at you 'cause we joanin'
Cashin' my boy, forever on it
Lil PeeWee gon' talk it and keep it a hundred
Lil PJ, the private pilot homie
I gotta keep some vibes 'round me, stonin'
And they pussy come bald, macaroni
Yeah, I'm goin' all out 'bout these Tronies
I'm makin' collages with this money (woo-ooh)

I'm gon' married to this money (woo-ooh)
I'm havin' sex with this money (ooh)
I cannot stress with this money (ah)
I take off your head with this money (woah)

Snow, sleet, sunny (yeah)
I'm always gettin' to the money (to the money)
Geeked up, I laugh, ain't nothin' funny (oh)
Bought mama a Range with the money (skrrt)
Used to have a little money in my pocket (skrrt)
Take a look at me now, you know I got it (whew)
I'm buildin' a castle with the money (whew)
Your bitch f*ckin' me and Slatt Gotit (Slatt)
Bitch, I'm a boss, I mind my business (a boss)
I could spend a hundred thousand in a minute (in a minute)
YSL, XO, I'm committed (XO)
Now we got slimes in every city
Bought ten PS5s for the clique
VVS diamonds make you sick (bling)
Shawty wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm rich (yes sir)
My neck and my wrist a major lick (yes sir)
Made my first milli', couldn't believe it (no sir)
Shawty wanna stay, I told her "Beat it" (let's go)
Like a sunflower seed, I made her eat it (let's go)
Got stripes on this Yeezy, my Adidas (let's go)
In Turks I be smokin' on exotic
Brought the jetski so much, I almost bought it
Stackin' my hundreds to the ceilin'
I could buy your whole life in one deposit

She don't care, mackin' on the sofa
I got some syrup in the soda
And I'm ridin' with Lil Jamez in Minnesota
I got on ten pointers, didn't you notice?
You can never control me, not remotely
Takin' this Addy, thirty on me
When I lost her, it had me feelin' lonely
In the middle of the party, yeah, I'm zonin'
We laughin' at you 'cause we joanin'
Cashin' my boy, forever on it
Lil PeeWee gon' talk it and keep it a hundred
Lil PJ, the private pilot homie
I gotta keep some vibes 'round me, stonin'
And they pussy come bald, macaroni
Yeah, I'm goin' all out 'bout these Tronies
I'm makin' collages with this money (woo-ooh)

I'm gon' married to this money (woo-ooh)
I'm havin' sex with this money (ooh)
I cannot stress with this money (ah)
I take off your head with this money

They put their head down when they see me (beat it)
She open her mouth when she eat it (eat it)
We drippin' it down, expensive pieces (pieces)
We don't want the head, nah, you can keep it (uh-uh)
I call up Rio, you's my vision (Rio)
I won't come around now and tease her (no)
Was ballin' in Dior when I met her (Dior)
Before I trust her, I get caught up cheatin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I could never ever trip about it (uh-uh)
When it come to step, we got too many bodies (too many bodies)
When it come to shooters, they got many bodies (they got many bodies)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) talkin' ballin', I won't bless the pockets (we made it)
We forever rappin' and you niggas cappin' (Slatt Gotit)
Ain't nothin' basic, y'all can read about it (Gotit)

She don't care, mackin' on the sofa
I got some syrup in the soda
And I'm ridin' with Lil Jamez in Minnesota
I got on ten pointers, didn't you notice?
You can never control me, not remotely
Takin' this Addy, thirty on me
When I lost her, it had me feelin' lonely
In the middle of the party, yeah, I'm zonin'
We laughin' at you 'cause we joanin'
Cashin' my boy, forever on it
Lil PeeWee gon' talk it and keep it a hundred
Lil PJ, the private pilot homie
I gotta keep some vibes 'round me, stonin'
And they pussy come bald, macaroni
Yeah, I'm goin' all out 'bout these Tronies
I'm makin' collages with this money
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Writer: Anthony Ramplas, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Melissa Sarah Griffiths, Navraj Singh Goraya, Semaja Render
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