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I don't have swag, they will have to invent a word for what I have Every time you see me I look like a money bag Ne-yo good money everybody else money bad Wait, what you mean money bad Bet your money on them and you'll never get it back Bet your money on the kid I guarantee that When you'll get it back, you gonna need a bigger bag I got a lot of money, know you [?] But it ain't in my gentleman nature to brag So just for a second I'm a take the fedora off And put on an NY [?] feeling And turn it to the back To say a few thangs might make [?] See, everybody talk dough, But when Ne-Yo talk dough, Ne-Yo talk about dough that really have Multiple accounts, multiple amounts, multi million dollars From the multiple hits I have Count them A Porsche Cayenne [?] for my lady And for me a Porsche [?] A white SLS gold wing benz with the doors that come up like wings on there So when I come through set whatever you driving on fire nigger Hit the [?] call a cab You got by a chain money, you got by a fast food [?] What you know about that [?] [?] ran out of oxygen Letras de cancionesCall the waitress, we got 30 models shooting Malibu red and we ran out of shots again I'm a bully on this beat, beating on my competition go rocks again Squeeze the trigger till the clip gonna stop another one in And keep shooting, ran out of shots again Ok, I got carried again, I thought it was a [?] minutes, hahaha Ladies and gentlemen, as I catch my breath, welcome to the [?] From Letras Mania