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That, that, that, that, th-that be Maaly Raw I just me stackin' my money I just be countin' my money (goddamn) Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds Somebody show my opponents Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday I put that dick in her stomach Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, most of you niggas be funny Only talk to me 'bout money Yeah, smile with my grin, now it's sunny Smile with my grin, now it's sunny Ayy, nowadays I'm gettin' money Eatin' my eggs with a runny Ayy, nowadays I'm takin' xannys That shit turned me to a junkie Yeah, I fucked your bitch Letras de cancionesShe sucked my dick and that ho got a donkey Ayy, if you fight me and beat me Pussy nigga better off me Yeah, choppers, they come with the stick Put your ass right in the coffin Yeah, better yet come with your clip Hit your stomach, now you nauseous Fuckin' your bitch, I'm a boss Usin' my defense, go straight through an offense Diamonds so heavy, on 10 'Cause I swear to God I don't do the talkin' Raf Simons heavy on feet 'Cause I swear to God I don't do the walkin' Smokin' this gas, I can't breathe That's the reason a lil' nigga keep coughin' Yeah I'm takin' these Xans, I can't see Better steal Cartier right when I'm stoppin' I just me stackin' my money I just be countin' my money (goddamn) Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds Somebody show my opponents Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday I put that dick in her stomach Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, most of you niggas be funny Only talk to me 'bout money Turned that bitch straight to a runner Turned that bitch straight to a runner Takin' a flight to London Takin' a flight to London Turned that bitch straight to a runner Turned that bitch straight to a runner Takin' a flight to London Takin' a flight to London Dump at you more than Count Dracula Callin' my style spectacular Suckin' me off like Dracula These nuts are like abracadabra Walk in the spot and I set that bitch off Coppin' that Ricky, no kid with the cross I hear you niggas, you takin' the sauce Cash money on me, my diamonds go bling Been rockin' designer I've been rockin' designer Damn, and a jean jacket Yeah, with the Rick Owens to match, I'm fly Yeah, um, pull out that MAC Um, if you gon' pull on my racks Whippin' that shit and I whip in that shit And I stay in the trap I just me stackin' my money I just be countin' my money (goddamn) Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds Somebody show my opponents Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday I put that dick in her stomach Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner I turned that bitch to a runner Yeah, most of you niggas be funny Only talk to me 'bout money From Letras Mania