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[Chorus: Bronclair]
Got expensive taste
Got the devil on my shoulder
I got too much on my plate
Boy, you know I got the motive (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Bronclair]
Makin' all this cash, n*ggas can't get out my face
If I see the win, I'ma take it, I'm not gon' wait
Ride around wit' yo' bae
Take a knife to the bank
I'ma cut right to the chase
I feel blank
Rubber bands on my money, and I put that on my soul
I feel blank, I feel blank, like b*tch, I am a ghost
My feelings, she don't know
Just admit it, c'mon bro
I be like so low, don't wanna be dolo
I like when you confide in me
Said you saw a light in me
I don't want no anxiety
I don't know what we bound to be
(Woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus: Bronclair]
Got expensive taste
Got the dеvil on my shoulder
I got too much on my plate
Boy, you know I got the motivе (Yeah)
[Chorus: Bronclair]
Got expensive taste
Got the devil on my shoulder
I got too much on my plate
Boy, you know I got the motive (Yeah)

[Verse 2: kuru]
I been runnin' 'round the city, tryna look for my new place
I don't know just why they hating, 'cause I dress a little gay
I might punch him in his face, now he don't know what to say
I might buy expensive clothes, get pretty hoes like everyday
Got new garments on my body, everyday I'm finna change
Just because I got some money don't mean I would ever change
But I had to switch hoes, switch flows, switch lanes
Your just talking out ya ass, now you don't know what you sayin'
I got new green, wear the same team
That hoe sippin' lean, this hoe actin' mean
Brand new Cuban link
And a new mink coat, but I'ma Rick fiend
She wanna f*ck all on my bros, yeah, I see a theme
He ain't stickin' to the code, so we up the beam
Now you see this Yamamoto all up on my seams?
Now these hoes, they wanna f*ck but they made fun of me
(Like, huh? Huh?)