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Featuring Street Ka$h Bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles Fuckin models with that ass Flying down the strip Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles Fuckin models with that ass Flying down the strip Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin Them haters talking hella shit, but they irrelevant My money on another level, look at all you everywhere Blowing bitch, that’s evident My pockets full of presidents Driving down that play with my shades, bitch I’m getting it I’m riding around, I paint the town My dough be up but I chose to be down I’m pouring up, another cup Fly as fuck and I get around Letras de cancionesI’m smoking on some tiva, christening ether They got it for the lobe oh bitch I got it much cheaper I be on my Jersey shit, so what’s the situation? Step out of line, I wipe em down And watch me just erasin I’m in my own lane, fresher than a D boy Send your bitch up to your casa as a decoy Rubber on that grip, hollows in that clip My bitch is throwing bread, Homie we don’t play that shit Nigga we bomb first, watch us as we set it off We fly pimpin in this bitch, yea we get it all Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles Fuckin models with that ass Flying down the strip Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles Fuckin models with that ass Flying down the strip Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin Bitch I’m with the money gang, bad people spell my name Dance around my city, no crisp, bitches love the fame Hundred racks, I make it rain Yo yo, feel my pain Hundred wallets on a nigga, aye watch a nigga play What’s his name? He getting money Pedal to the flo', Mr. SpillingMoney Atlantic City zone, I’m on the daze I fuck a real nigga, I be total famous My whole team ball, something like the Lakers Holding on 6 bulls, I mean none greater I played er on the strip, like the middle line Ya’ll know everything cuz yo time Loyalty – brings forth loyalty Ya’ll think Rich is too D up, they know it’s Morrison Fly like I ought to be, nothing changed but the weed Pardon my French, it’s just a tragedy Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles Fuckin models with that ass Flying down the strip Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles Fuckin models with that ass Flying down the strip Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin From Letras Mania