Marching lyrics
by Yeat
[Intro]
Oh (I-I-I-I—)
Oh, that's [?], that's a big lifestyle
If you supposed to be making money, well, come f*ck with this lifestyle
I cut ties off, I cut ties off
[?]
[Chorus]
Touch down in London, on this private jet (Yeah)
I make them millions, make you wanna flex (Yeah)
Yeah, I bought that building right next to the VIP (Yeah)
b*tch, I been so high, I can't even touch the ground (Woo)
Yeah, who gon’ touch my diamonds, who gon’ joke around? (Yeah)
I got money in my pockets, this b*tch got fattened out
Heard you been falling off, heard you been falling down (Woah)
They tried to cross me b*tch, but I turned it upside down (Woo)
Put money on ya head, put monеy on ya wig
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