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Rrr C'mon! Go, ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all A nigga showed me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall (What?) How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all? "How the fuck you run up all them M's without a Adderall?" That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'm established (Made) Reach for these karats and get your issue, silly rabbit (Played) I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (Rrr), no fear in my heart Lambo truck with the stars I paid 200 sum large Money, bitches, and chains (Ice), niggas jackin' the slang Rolls Gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (Pipin') Rolls Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain (C'mon!) That shit came with an umbrella, trap jumpin' like Coachella (Woo!) I'm sleepin' on some clean, half my money still dirty (Woah) They know I got a bitch but these hoes still flirtin' (So?) I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick, I'm quarter backin' We be talkin' slick so charger don't spit, never lackin' (C'mon!) Money, money, money (Uh!) Bitches, bitches, bitches (What!?) All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Snitches) A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo, c'mon!) Money, money, money (Money) Bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches) All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (Rragh!) Letras de cancionesA dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (Woo) When the dog get hungry, the dog gon' eat That's when I slide my plate right under a nigga feet Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street Come through like brrat, put them cats to sleep Stay with the heat, cook niggas, shook niggas Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas We off the hook nigga, everybody strip Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip On Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas Make niggas rape niggas, I hate niggas Talking that riff-raff, get back (What?) They call me extortion, nigga, I get half (Woo) Money, money, money, bitches, bitches, bitches (Bitches) All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo) Money, money, money, bitches, bitches, bitches All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo) From Letras Mania