Chords for Karlie Redd - “Ferarri Karlie”

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Karlie Redd - “Ferarri Karlie” chords
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I was in the air, runnin' through it fast like a runnin' bag.
All up on my cash, but the money had to show my ass.
I was with them cats, hittin' licks, tryin' to get a bag.
Flip a bag, get another bag.
That's a hundred bags.
I was runnin', man.
When it come to cash, tell them, runnin', man.
New York, bitch, I'm Nino and you're Dutta Mack.
I don't understand why they mad at Red.
If I turn my savage on, leave your shirt all red.
I don't like to beef with bitches, steady press, but I don't fear none.
Check a bitch, but rather get a check like what's the income?
Real quick, pussy, gettin' better by the day.
I put that shit up in his face to keep a nigga in his plate.
Don't communicate with bitches that don't wanna get their bread up.
Cause they wrapped around these niggas, but they fed up.
Shout out bitches gettin' money, get your bread up.
Even if they gettin' money, put your legs up.
Carly, pull up in that Rari.
Hop out in that papa.
You know I'm the party.
Pretty bitches, we're singin' it, just stay on with Carly.
Any bitches want it, can get it, we go retarded.
I was in the air, runnin' through it fast like a runnin' bat.
Roll up on my cash, but the money had to show my ass.
I was with them cats, hittin' licks, tryin' to get a bag.
Flip a bag, get another bag.
That's a hundred pounds.
I'm not gettin' why they press, why they mad now.
Fat ass, if you look, better stand down.
In their feelings, cause a nigga is a fan now.
Bitch, you mad cause you broke and you ran down.
I'm the life of the party, get to the money like relay.
Why you be only your feelings?
Fuck nigga, don't cuff nigga.
Pretty face and my ass fat.
Tell a lame nigga, bag back.
I don't really chill with no one, unless he send it to my cash app.
Carly, pull up in that Rari.
Hop out in that papa.
You know I'm the party.
Pretty bitches, Brazilian itch, and stay out with Carly.
Any bitches want it, can get it, we gon' return it.
I was in the air, runnin' through it fast like a runnin' bat.
Roll up on my cash, but the money had to show my ass.
I was with them cats, hittin' licks, tryin' to get a bag.
Flip a bag, get another bag.
That's a hundred pounds.
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I was in the air, runnin' through it fast like a runnin' bag.
All up on my cash, but the money had to show my ass.
I was with them cats, hittin' licks, tryin' to get a bag.
Flip a bag, get another bag.
That's a hundred bags.
I was runnin', man.
When it come to cash, tell them, runnin', man.
New York, bitch, I'm Nino and you're Dutta Mack.
I don't understand why they mad at Red.
If I turn my savage on, leave your shirt all red.
I don't like to beef with bitches, steady press, but I don't fear none.
Check a bitch, but rather get a check like what's the income?
Real quick, pussy, gettin' better by the day.
I put that shit up in his face to keep a nigga in his plate.
Don't communicate with bitches that don't wanna get their bread up.
Cause they wrapped around these niggas, but they fed up.
Shout out bitches gettin' money, get your bread up.
Even if they gettin' money, put your legs up.
Carly, pull up in that Rari.
Hop out in that papa.
You know I'm the party.
Pretty bitches, we're singin' it, just stay on with Carly.
Any bitches want it, can get it, we go retarded.
I was in the air, runnin' through it fast like a runnin' bat.
Roll up on my cash, but the money had to show my ass.
I was with them cats, hittin' licks, tryin' to get a bag.
Flip a bag, get another bag.
That's a hundred pounds.
I'm not gettin' why they press, why they mad now.
Fat ass, if you look, better stand down.
In their feelings, cause a nigga is a fan now.
Bitch, you mad cause you broke and you ran down.
I'm the life of the party, get to the money like relay.
Why you be only your feelings?
Fuck nigga, don't cuff nigga.
Pretty face and my ass fat.
Tell a lame nigga, bag back.
I don't really chill with no one, unless he send it to my cash app.
Carly, pull up in that Rari.
Hop out in that papa.
You know I'm the party.
Pretty bitches, Brazilian itch, and stay out with Carly.
Any bitches want it, can get it, we gon' return it.
I was in the air, runnin' through it fast like a runnin' bat.
Roll up on my cash, but the money had to show my ass.
I was with them cats, hittin' licks, tryin' to get a bag.
Flip a bag, get another bag.
That's a hundred pounds. _ _ _ _
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