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Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

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Rubber band stacks and my drink all muddy

She might cut the budda but she play her role

That big booty stripper girl, that's my ho

Rolex watch, no rocks

Got your girlfriend on my drop

Bitches going down like jump

All so many drugs, man I thought my heart stopped

Molly with Ciroc, lean with the gas

A week passed by, we done blew a whole batch

Just me and lil mama getting blowed in the Jag

Riding round the city, whole thing on my hand

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I fuck bitch, getting money

Get riches – Mitt Romney

These bitches say I act funny

Ever since a young nigga got money

I got mo bitches, I ain't worried

I'm bustin 3 bitches, stealth curry

Drink police, fuck police

Roll swishas, rock rollies

Man she screaming out my name like she know me

She said she know me from day one, I was the only

Switch it to the note, big house and a big old chain

No matter, every day it's the same old thing

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Look, I'm real, you ain't gotta check my bar code

Got a big ass 40 in my cargos

My tour bust em up, fuck the star coach

'Cus bitch I'm a motherfuckin star ho

My team deadly, you niggas can go and smoke the Jeffrey

My life is like a scene from the movie Belly

And niggas walkin round with the eyes glowin

Man I count 100 with the blinds open

And I pull up scoot and in the Maserati

I'm in all black, they think I'm in Iluminati

Getting hoes and commas

Man that's the only thing that we gotta have in common

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

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