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albüm: Money Got Vert


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Wait hol' up
Aye
Niggas tryna be me, I can't blame 'em when they do that (I can't blame them)
I don't even converse if it ain't bringing me a new stack
Niggas pillow talk, that's a fact, but where they do that? (But where they do that?)
Pass me the, yeah, 'cause I don't even think you'll shoot back
Not a bitch, life broke my heart and I be needin' that
Fast-forward, I'm tired of wastin' time that I can't get back
I'm tired of blowin' thousands at the store just to mismatch
My dollar's up, but I'm tryna be flexin' like a six-pack
My dollar's up, that's why the money where my hands at
My dollar's up, that's why the bitches where I stand at
My dollar's up, that's why the money where my hands at
My dollar's up, that's why the bitches where I stand at
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the BBL's at?"
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the southern bails at?"
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the pre mails at?"
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the long hair at?"
I'm a big face, that's why I got this hoodie on (why I got this hoodie on)
She talkin' 'bout her day, I'm tryna see what that pussy on (what that pussy on)
She badder than a two-year-old doin' a Tootsee roll (doin' a Tootsee roll)
We don't practice safe sex, we get our boogie on
I call that pussy chocolate chips she got good cookie dough (got good cookie dough)
Mike jacket, I'm finna beat it, I'm in bully mode
You can't afford to pay my bill, don't ask me for the code
Why would you break your own heart, you know it's full of holes? (Why?)
I'm thankin' God for this lifestyle 'cause I was super broke (super broke)
My closet like a thrift store because it's full of clothes (full of clothes)
Nobody better not say I made it 'til I pull up Rolls (pull up Rolls)
My city like a laboratory 'cause it's full of clones
Niggas tryna be me, I can't blame 'em when they do that (I can't blame 'em)
I don't even converse if it ain't bringing me a new stack (I don't converse)
Niggas pillow talk, that's a fact, but where they do that? (But where they do that?)
Pass me the, yeah, 'cause I don't even think you'll shoot back
Not a bitch, life broke my heart and I be needin' that (I be needin' that)
Fast-forward, I'm tired of wastin' time that I can't get back
I'm tired of blowin' thousands at the store just to mismatch
My dollar's up, but I'm tryna be flexin' like a six-pack
My dollar's up, that's why the money where my hands at
My dollar's up, that's why the bitches where I stand at
My dollar's up, that's why the money where my hands at
My dollar's up, that's why the bitches where I stand at
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the BBL's at?"
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the southern bails at?"
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the pre mails at?"
My dollar's up, I'm screamin', "Where the long hair at?"
I'm a big face, that's why I got this hoodie on (that's why I got this hoodie on)
We don't practice safe sex, we get our boogie on (boogie on)

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