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Oh oh oh, shit, system got a glitch, bitch Money comin' in, it got an itch, bitch Everyday you know I'm gettin' rich, bitch Niggas hatin', I don't give a shit, bitch Guilty conscience, I ain't innocent, yeah Tryna make a nigga cease and desist I command your bitch, I surround your whip I demand some chips, I'm bringin' the clips My back in, flip, I hang 'round some creeps Some bloods, pimps, some thugs, [?] Oh, yeah, that's right Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right You goddamn right Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right We don't play nice Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right Just rate my price Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's Money bags, cash cars, clothes Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah Money bags, cash cars, clothes Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah Yeah, out late night with some move Letras de cancionesWe stay breakin' all the rules Me and three bitches in the nude I'm the realest nigga in the room Another twenty-K came through I'm runnin' through, but not actin' foolish Nothin' to prove, got somethin' to lose So, buckle your dues, to pay for my doom From the westside it's true In a designer suit Watch who you talkin' to Out of my mind I'm glitchin' Probably 'cause I been sippin', smokin', trippin' All of these bitches dancin' on top of my dickies Countin' up hundreds and fifties It's gettin wicked, I'm 'bout to black in a minute I'm gone Oh, yeah, that's right Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right You goddamn right Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right We don't play nice Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's right Just rate my price Oh, yeah, that's right, oh, yeah, that's Money bags, cash cars, clothes Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah Money bags, cash cars, clothes Hunnid racks, stack tall, woah Oh, yeah that's right Oh, yeah that's right Oh, yeah that's right Oh, yeah that's right From Letras Mania