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You ain’t getting money my nigga fuck is you doing Big Willie, couple hunnies right by the pool ledge Keep fucking with Nick's it get ugly like Patrick Ewing All that whining over bread I swear I think it communion Man I got what you want, what this industry needed Niggas thinking they cold, oh no you should have cheated Keisha blowing on reefer, she suck like she started teething Bet that chopper get to drumming like Sheila E on a remix She say you so dope, pray you don’t end up like Lou Lou Run but you can’t hide they gone find your ass like Google You ain’t trying to build they gone knock a nigga screw loose Reach that boiling point and they gone cook your Ramen noodle This is real shit, spread love Take 6, nigga what is love, simply fear and hate mixed Niggas can’t fuck with me, living Theo Huxtably This is Maggie off the paci I’m just staying sucka free If you trying to make it happen got to run that shit by me Bitch you only love me when I post that fly shit on IG Fuck police, dress code tuck your piece Trying to brush up on the game since they say we out of reach. Preach I swear to god I’m on my way, but these pussy niggas trying to hate I swear they ain’t bout nothing, these niggas they ain’t bout nothing I’m still gone get this money yea And she said she can’t fuck wit me Unless I’m popping on the TV screen But I swear she ain’t bout noting, these bitches they ain’t about nothing Letras de cancionesI’m still gone get this money yea Damn I love this life money out the stash spot You ain’t from the hood never seen them like they sasquatch Tired of sonning niggas like they just moved out their dad’s spot Boy we balling pull up on your miss like a bad shot Money what we been bout gone ahead back the Benz out She pull that Phillip Lim out only thing sweet is the penthouse Let me know, if you got it bet some more Thought I told these niggas, that I got a flow for every coast This is god given cause the niggas like me rarely blow Fuck a million man I need a B I feel like Kelly Ro Love me I make the songs to fuck me she fucking dumb My local face on your arm, my tape is taking too long Bagging up all this green, I ain’t raking no lawn If everything is at stake, then make it filet mignon Watching these corny rappers. Look out they take your bars My niggas, street magicians, watch how they pull your card. For real I swear to god I’m on my way, but these pussy niggas trying to hate I swear they ain’t bout nothing, these niggas they ain’t bout nothing I’m still gone get this money yea And she said she can’t fuck wit me Unless I’m popping on the TV screen But I swear she ain’t bout noting, these bitches they ain’t about nothing I’m still gone get this money yea From Letras Mania