Gettin money b**h im fina blow it
Gettin money b**h im fina blow it
At the club wit another n***a shorty
I tell ha bust it open she let me hit a doggy
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Verse 1
Fucc these b**hes ima paper chaser
Gettin to this money b**h i feel like a speed racer
U ain talkin money get u a translator
They dont make it rain they water broke they all in labor
I jus copped a beamer im on the road to riches
If u dont get no money u dont fucc no b**hes
Wen u doin good they tryna body ya
I dont ever sleep in these streets i got insomnia
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n***a Thats yo girl ( nahhh) that b**h my groupie (groupie
We dont do no cuffin (nope)we make som movies (movies)
I dog ha out call that b**h snoopy
I dog ha out call that b**h scooby
n***a thats yo girl i jus like to smash (facts)
U cul have ha bacc tho ha nec game trash (to wac)
Wen she be wit me she be t**n
She thro it bac like instagram on thursday (facts)
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Callin scotty up he do the clappin
He dont say to much he about that action
Got som patrias they dont kno mathematics
They a chop wul chop u up tho turn ya a** to fractions
Peace my brothers salama lakam
They tryna ride my wave now so ima lake em
Str8 to the bank b**h u kno my motto
If U ain talkin money no me hablo