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I just wake up and get my day started like this here This how I do this shit fool All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie My car ain't got no key, you got to push start it Pull up in a foreign and valet park it I'm somewhere in Memphis at a day party Security trippin' at the door, we had to Bogard it Boy your swag on fufu like the free market I been doin' this sauce shit since Ed Hardy He froze up in the action, he a choke artist My nigga 'dem don't miss shit, they scope artists I need a bitch like Kash Doll, a black barbie If this rap shit today, on Black I'm back robbin' All these narcotics I'm takin' got my head naughty She eatin' the dick while bumpin' me, I got her head nodding All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me Letras de cancionesThey like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie My homies gangster, uh-huh I'm talkin' dangerous, uh-huh They don't post no fuckin' pictures of no bangers, uh-huh They won't go to court and point no fuckin' fingers, uh-huh In the trenches with 'em, don't give a fuck 'cause I'm famous, uh-huh Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan They gon' do it for me, just on my command Shawty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants She got a man but tonight he ain't in her plans Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg, hundred K large in a Gucci duffle I got a real check on me, pockets I stuff 'em, hope I don't bust 'em Saint Laurents when I walk You ain't got these 'cause these here custom Hittin' your bitch from the back on the dresser last night I fucked around scuffed 'em, damn All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me They like fleas, I can't get 'em off me, off me, off me Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, 'razzi, 'razzi Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, 'ase, 'ase In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie From Letras Mania