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Money sprung, money sprung Fuck it, I'm back with another one Fuck it up and do another one My niggas do not shoot dirty guns Shoot it up and get another one I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I'm falling in love with 'em I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I'm falling in love with 'em I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung Track after track and another one, know that's a hit, they can't fuck with us Nigga, you don't gotta like me to understand where I'm coming from I know you would eat it, what's up, don't chew on the dick like a bubble gum Told herself to be the plug, now everybody wanna fuck with her Everybody need love, everybody need drugs Nobody wanna be a dub Every fit I put on probably cost me like a dub I'm way too up, they can't keep up Yeah, yeah I'm way too stuck, I faced two cups Yeah, yeah My new chain it look like a puck My nigga, I'm icy as fuck Letras de cancionesYeah, yeah I feel like the King of New York My jeweler is better than yours Yeah, yeah A hundred sitting on my neck Another hundred on the arm Yeah, yeah I put the city on my back How can I ever go wrong? Yeah, yeah I don't need no groupie love Go holla at my nigga Don (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I put my number in your phone, just DM me if it was wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah I told her my name is Artist Now she wanna call me Arty Telling me about a party Told her, "I'm the one performing" Fuck it up before the party started Fuck it, I'm back with another one Fuck it up and do another one My niggas do not shoot dirty guns Shoot it up and get another one I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I'm falling in love with 'em I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I'm money sprung I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I'm falling in love with 'em I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I'm money sprung I'm ahead of the race Flooring the gas, I'm passing the cops that I lead on a chase If they come find out this weapon I placed They might just give me a federal case All of my folks has a residue taste Rollie presidential when that presidential Counting blue strips with the President face I got the votes, don't you ever debate Yeah, yeah I got a chef at the crib, little hoe, I don't never do dates Yeah, yeah We are not looking for friends, so, ain't no competitors safe Yeah, yeah Five in the morning, I'm drinking on dirty, it's never too late Yeah, yeah Leaving the spot had to switch up the whip, they was checking the plates I'm still a menace I do what I say and I won't give a fuck if you feel offended You selling your soul just to get attention I crept with a pole 'cause I feel the tension Trappers, they love me They throw on that Don, they get on that road with a pigeon in it Little bitch you know me, I'm really the Don I don't gotta try hard to fit the image Look at my cup, it's Dirty Diana I dropped two bananas and shook up the Fanta Booked in Atlanta I go to the club with the paper and I throw a book on the dancer I am the one they was counting out Now I get hundreds and count it out Designer shit, they can't pronounce it I'm styling out, they tryna spell it and sound it out Yeah, yeah From Letras Mania