Letra de TOM$

M-m-m-m-my money its tom rood yeahh Heroine sacker young Yale what's good, sincere words out of the mouth tom rood I ain't telling it only cause whore said or thug said, so who? My bigger gun was sailed fo' 78 dollars to a gangsta in the lil malibu Was worth, was already for show to my classmate on high school I don't give a fuck with you I dont know what you're capable do, let me do What you don't, 7 gold necklace lives in my tracklist, get this shit On the fuck backlist Turn to traplist, gunner meet it too central, in the blacklist Blacklist? yeah I'm brazilian they think me faint But you're repairing, I'm rolling here Simplyfull felling myself how good's run with my bugatti No problem on the gear, huh I've a X.R.L fuck off my wear Care of my cashhh, doing dirt disappear I'm criminal, criminal, criminal Like a el chapo foreigner a litlle boy wayner Fuck my verbal conjugate 32 million dollars so 0 so 8 I control my