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I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that's fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that's fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that's fa sho And the streets know my names that's fa sho, sho I've been getting money on the low Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow Fuck you niggas talking shit is lit Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent Got your baby momma trying to get a flick Now nigga tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick I'm just cooling with my young niggas She in the VIP with all these drug dealers Acting like she never fucked with you And she told me that you a fuck nigga When you popping like we popping my nigga ain't no laying low Letras de cancionesMixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando Dabbing like I'm Cam tho Touchdown, yeah hoe I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that's fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that's fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that's fa sho And the streets know my name that's fa sho, sho Yea, mobbing at the clear port Richard Milli all plain like the air port Therefore I am flyer than an air force Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsch Now we got your bitch up on the money train I heard she fucking what's his name and what's his name We only know your wifey by her Twitter name I only pop the perc so I don't feel the pain Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame All these corny niggas winning I don't know who to blame But maybe its the internet, I've been busy counting money you should do the same Every nigga round me got a body Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate In my DM acting thirsty word to Gotti And it be going down when I pull up to the party I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that's fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that's fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that's fa sho And the streets know my names that's fa sho, sho I'm still balling, money still calling I'm on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talking Flood the whole band, it look like real water Ticket after ticket I feel like I'm will calling Niggas hating on me I don't feel for 'em Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for 'em And my North Philly niggas do the drill for 'em The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on 'em, pussy! Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that's fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that's fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that's fa sho And the streets know my names that's fa sho, sho From Letras Mania