Internet Money feat. Trippie Redd, Diplo, Juice WRLD - Blastoff | Lyrics

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    Internet Money feat. Trippie Redd, Diplo, Juice WRLD - Blastoff | Lyrics:
    [Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Baby, come and have a blast with me
    Do everything I say like your majesty
    Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
    Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
    [Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
    Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
    Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
    Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
    Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that Mac and Cheese
    I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
    Who're these niggas? They simps and they hella bitch to me
    I was just fortunate, got the remedy
    Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
    [Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Baby, come and have a blast with me
    Do everything I say like your majesty
    Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
    Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
    [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    My lil' baby gonna blast for me
    Do the hit and do the fuckin' dash for me
    And that's it, she don't want no cash from me
    You got flipped and left in the past for me
    [Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
    Uh, you picked that knife up and you stabbin' me, uh
    Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
    In a way, you keep harassin' me
    It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
    Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
    You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
    Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson, uh
    We're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)
    Toxic, toxic, toxic
    The most beautiful things grow old and start rotting
    I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
    Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter
    Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
    We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
    We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
    Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
    Gang, gang, gang
    Probably fuckin' your mama
    Three K on my wrist like André
    Servin' like entrée
    Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?
    [Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Baby, come and have a blast with me
    Do everything I say like your majesty
    Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
    Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
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