CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dime Bag
I got a dime bag
And got a whole dime piece
Looking a while back
She didn’t know bout me
She getting wild yeah
Said she want go ride me
Watching it fall yeah
Throwing the money around me
I had to get her dior
I’m throwin out average whores
Might start up a cash war
Private jet, on the way, ain’t no passport
I give them bands, f**k what they ask for
But I do not got no time to spend I told her
New chain they saying its cold like minnesota
I might pull up in the new range talkin bout the rover
Gucci bag on me b*t*h, dripping еvery morning
You ain’t had to grind b*t*h, you got no story
You the type to pop out just to post on your story
Imma put thе top down, nothing I do is borin
In miami, spanish mami yeah she on me
Yea yea call me Yung Reece
Right wrist steady with the piece
Bad lil b*t*h she freak
All she wanna talk about is me
Yea yea talking for the streets
New coupe, hoes on me
Got two doors on me
You know you know me
And got a whole dime piece
Looking a while back
She didn’t know bout me
She getting wild yeah
Said she want go ride me
Watching it fall yeah
Throwing the money around me
I had to get her dior
I’m throwin out average whores
Might start up a cash war
Private jet, on the way, ain’t no passport
I give them bands, f**k what they ask for
But I do not got no time to spend I told her
New chain they saying its cold like minnesota
I might pull up in the new range talkin bout the rover
Gucci bag on me b*t*h, dripping еvery morning
You ain’t had to grind b*t*h, you got no story
You the type to pop out just to post on your story
Imma put thе top down, nothing I do is borin
In miami, spanish mami yeah she on me
Yea yea call me Yung Reece
Right wrist steady with the piece
Bad lil b*t*h she freak
All she wanna talk about is me
Yea yea talking for the streets
New coupe, hoes on me
Got two doors on me
You know you know me