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Close The Store Video (MV)




Performed By: Seven Thirty
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Reabetsoe Taole




Seven Thirty - Close The Store Lyrics
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Hooray, different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Ho like "Thirty how you do that?"
Hide the drugs in my durag
Top floor where I bool at
I love the dollar thought you knew that
I pop a whole lotta X, all of my life been tryna find an exit
I got this ho on her edge, finna get mad cause I ain't answer her text
Victoria secret on her ass
All of this money the bait, i'm a catch
Since a jit was skipping class, had to say f*ck school shit was trash
Ándale, ándale ho a latina
Rack on her chest so I call her Serena
Outcast but the people listen to meh now
Three Six, 730 really a demon
What is the topic ? I been the holy one nigga like my name was Enoch
I'm a popstar so I love when my bitch a diva
I swear that pussy feel so good it make it hard to leave her
Cheefing on this blunt getting high on some Khalifa
I ain't count how many lines but this shit look lethal
Making money the right ways and the rest illegal
Hooray, different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Ho like "Thirty how you do that?"
Hide the drugs in my durag
Top floor where I bool at
I love the dollar thought you knew that
Shawty got some fine taste and she a paralegal
Help meh count up all this guap I need my bread all equal
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just crashed a new toy, shawty know i'm rudeboy ayy (ayy, ayy)
Chains on I feel like the Lord ayy (ayy, ayy)
We got pills here like galore ayy (ayy, ayy)
Designer shopping sprees close the store ayy (ayy, ayy)
I ain't finna die before a billion nigga no way
She keep tryna watch my pockets ho annoying
Just go ahead and say the price I know you going
I got old money but I been growing
Money spread on top her ass I told her blow it (ayy, ayy, ayy, haha)
Money spread on top her ass I told her blow it (ayy, ayy)
Money spread on top her ass I told her blow it (ayy, ayy, ayy)
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Hooray, different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Ho like "Thirty how you do that?"
Hide the drugs in my durag
Top floor where I bool at
I love the dollar thought you knew that
I pop a whole lotta X, all of my life been tryna find an exit
I got this ho on her edge, finna get mad cause I ain't answer her text
Victoria secret on her ass
All of this money the bait, i'm a catch
Since a jit was skipping class, had to say f*ck school shit was trash
Ándale, ándale ho a latina
Rack on her chest so I call her Serena
Outcast but the people listen to meh now
Three Six, 730 really a demon
What is the topic ? I been the holy one nigga like my name was Enoch
I'm a popstar so I love when my bitch a diva
I swear that pussy feel so good it make it hard to leave her
Cheefing on this blunt getting high on some Khalifa
I ain't count how many lines but this shit look lethal
Making money the right ways and the rest illegal
Hooray, different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Different dollar it's a new day
Ho like "Thirty how you do that?"
Hide the drugs in my durag
Top floor where I bool at
I love the dollar thought you knew that
Shawty got some fine taste and she a paralegal
Help meh count up all this guap I need my bread all equal
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just crashed a new toy, shawty know i'm rudeboy ayy (ayy, ayy)
Chains on I feel like the Lord ayy (ayy, ayy)
We got pills here like galore ayy (ayy, ayy)
Designer shopping sprees close the store ayy (ayy, ayy)
I ain't finna die before a billion nigga no way
She keep tryna watch my pockets ho annoying
Just go ahead and say the price I know you going
I got old money but I been growing
Money spread on top her ass I told her blow it (ayy, ayy, ayy, haha)
Money spread on top her ass I told her blow it (ayy, ayy)
Money spread on top her ass I told her blow it (ayy, ayy, ayy)
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Writer: Reabetsoe Taole
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