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Monogram letra


Yeah
Niggas came a long way, man

Look, I had a sit-down to talk about my festival with Hova
His first question was, "Do you own it?" (You own that shit?)
Smokin' Monogram, drinkin' Spade, Emory rolled it
Golden bottles ice cold, this part of my life is a bonus (Talk to 'em)
I got pictures with the homie I never posted
Personal convos with him I never told it
Like, peace, god, I just wanna see you filthy rich (Peace, kid)
And them words were ringin' louder in my head every since (I promise)
That yellowtail was hotel-level
Next time we connect, we hit a spot up that's real special
In Paris rockin' drip and the details is the real devil
Still got the joint with the drum on it and shell catchers
Yeah, and lately, I've been hardly gettin' rest
Lookin' back at my life though, it's hardly any regrets
The raw we pitched on the steps, this water sit on my neck
Now I got my feet up in my office, nigga, I'm blessed
Yes
Yeah

I wanna sell cocaine forever
And ever, and ever (We gon' sell cocaine)

Are you not entertained, you bitch?
Put some respect on my name, you bitch (Respect my name)
I just wanna sell cocaine, you bitch (You bitch)
She asked me what's my name, I'm rich (Ha)
And I don't care what yours is, that's not important
'Cause even if you told me, I'ma forget by the morning
Only thing on my mind is the connect sendin' more in
If I down this box, then ther money gon' pour in (I'm gettin' a bag)
I was lurkin' in the shadows
Watchin' these niggas drop they lil' albums or what have you
That shit is laughable
God Don't Make Mistakes, I wrote it natural
For niggas upstate still eatin' mackerel
All my verses is factual (Talk to 'em)
DA can't wait to indict you and supermax you (Woo)
It's a drought on them bricks and them niggas can't wait to tax you (Woo)
Yo, bro, bring a bottle of Delly, a pack of Backs too (Roll one up)
Nigga play with us, we gon' turn him to a tattoo (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, you know?

I wanna sell cocaine forever
And ever, and ever (We gon' sell cocaine)

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