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(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Bitch Fuck with me, I’ll fuck around and I’ll fuck yo' bitch He ain’t do his research, he ain’t know I’m lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain’t know this Rick Huh, I’m like, “Where ya hoe go?” He ain’t know I hit I’ma hit the road, go city to city 'till I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip I just had a son, and this shit is so damn fun (Uh-huh) Gotta keep it safe, I done locked up all my guns (Uh-huh) We countin' bread and these niggas countin' crumbs (Uh-huh) I want some head, 'fore I get up in them buns Nigga, that’s mandatory, I pulled up in a Maybach (Mm) Yeah, that’s in the story (Ooh), you know what I did I hope this bitch don’t put me on Maury (Okay) I hit and I slid, this bitch came back just like a chorus And that pussy ain’t mid, I don’t wanna pull out, but I can’t afford it Fuck with me, I’ll fuck around and I’ll fuck yo' bitch He ain’t do his research, he ain’t know I’m lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain’t know this Rick Huh, I’m like, “Where ya hoe go?” He ain’t know I hit Letras de cancionesI’ma hit the road, go city to city 'till I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip Ain’t nothin' cheap on me, these jeans Balenciaga (Uh-huh) I keep three zeros behind every single comma, yeah, okay I got a partner, not no fuckin' baby mama (Uh-huh) They ask me when we gon' get married, when we wanna, yeah, okay If you a nigga in my business, then you gay My music streamin' and you mad, I feel YourRage I just went gold like a bottle of Ace of Spades Can’t hit no hoe, 'cause I love my— Bitch Fuck with me, I’ll fuck around and I’ll fuck yo' bitch He ain’t do his research, he ain’t know I’m lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain’t know this Rick Huh, I’m like, “Where ya hoe go?” He ain’t know I hit I’ma hit the road, go city to city 'till I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip From Letras Mania