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Shawty got potential, But he don't need a sponsor You should see his goons more niggers than a concert Body like Teyanna, stomach looking proper Eyes half close, cause she's smoking on a Ganja Hold up! Hard than denims and cartagins They All rugby He my little bad boy, Sean Puffy! Giving me stacks a rack T take that Smoking on that James Brown is the pay back I'll be his hood girl, I'll put that grind in him So inked up, I could write my rhymes with em He gave me all of his, but let me ball with mine In the shoes spiked up, like a porky pine. He love my Harlem ass the way my swag pop A real bad bitch, never needed Ass Shots! Cause when I see him I'm Like Honey In The Cocaine [Chorus:] He a bad boy, real when I need that And his only competition is the IRS A bad boy, a real when I need that And his only competition is the IRS Make money, money Make money, money Make money, money, make money, money Letras de cancionesI say take money, money, take money, money Take money, money, take money, money [Honey Cocaine:] He's a bad boy but it feels good though Not rapping while he chilling in the hood yo All the girls want the money I don't need shit Cause I can do my own work on some queen shit He know he hot share money in his pockets Swag out the world they see him and he's the top pick He beat the kitty up a dog like YG And Jordan's all fire jewels icy Him stupid is not likely Cause all my guys hood smart I like em just like me Now we down at the club with some weed smoke And a G knows a G cause a G knows Hit them others say some niggas awesome Bonnie and Clyde through the game cause we bossing This model thug life we run with them bad toys But it's all good I told you he's a he's a [Chorus:] He a bad boy, real when I need that And his only competition is the IRS A bad boy, a real when I need that And his only competition is the IRS Make money, money Make money, money Make money, money, make money, money I say take money, money, take money, money Take money, money, take money, money IRS! You're my real bad boy, bad boy, bad boy You're my real bad boy, bad boy, bad boy Well, he's a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though Well, he's a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though From Letras Mania