Tekst piosenki
Gettin money bitch im fina blow it
Gettin money bitch im fina blow it
At the club wit another nigga shorty
I tell ha bust it open she let me hit a doggy
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Verse 1
Fucc these bitches ima paper chaser
Gettin to this money bitch 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 bitches
Wen u doin good they tryna body ya
I dont ever sleep in these streets i got insomnia
— verse 2
Nigga Thats yo girl ( nahhh) that bitch my groupie (groupie
We dont do no cuffin (nope)we make som movies (movies)
I dog ha out call that bitch snoopy
I dog ha out call that bitch scooby
Nigga 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 twerkin
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 ass to fractions
Peace my brothers salama lakam
They tryna ride my wave now so ima lake em
Str8 to the bank bitch u kno my motto
If U ain talkin money no me hablo
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