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[feat. Lyrix] [Intro:] Talking... [Hook:] Money comes fast like it's bout to get a ticket Bank account known to have more then ten digits Money stand tall your bank is a midget Point me to the money and you know I'm gonna get it (We getting money) [x4] [Verse 1:] Man I got money is that why you hating Cause my jeans full and your pocket's belly aching I'm in the like a running back, looking for them hoes Call my bank a trumpet cause I got money to blow I'm the meanest but the cleanest alcohol in my system Tryna get brain ain't talking bout wisdom I'm killing this shit hope you don't look surprised Now bitch check it as I wreck it, D.U.I I'm talking with my money watcha wonna disgust Bank account full jeans yelling "I done had enough" What else can I say my mind stuck on a buck I got green like a clover so I always got luck Letras de canciones[Hook] [Verse 2:] Lyrix I'm all about my green shit like them Boston boys Russel for them bills my pockets obese but I keep my poise Polo on my body to the sneaks is what them Franklins do Got her over 90 flip that bitch for way over two No tie or a business suit, still got that stupid loot It look like money Ray Allen when that nigga shoot Stack dineros good fellow got casino chip Men of honor ride through my mind, field trips Just want pennies for my thoughts till I'm caked up Tell the Pillsbury and Betty to get their dough up I hit the strip club throw 50s to the baddest bitch And buy some drinks for that hoe so I'm bound to hit [Hook] From Letras Mania