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These hoes keep on callin' me baby Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Uh) I'm in London, off the grid I got euros, I got quid Poppin' champagne at the Ritz Eatin' caviar and squid Your BM in my DMs I pass that like Jason Kidd Look at this lil' Oakland kid Said I'd do it, and I did (Did) Check my wrist, it's flex o'clock Rollie, Hublot, Patek talk It's not a list, it's not a stock Sold out shows, I'm in your city And the line's around the block Had your girl the other night, she hawk tuah on my You know what, uh Come to the Bay, tap one, leave Truth be told, I'm really that guy It's not somethin' I'm pretendin' to be Send me the pics, I'm ready to see I like fat assess preferably Mornin' sex and then I get dressed Letras de cancionesNow she tryna get ready with me These hoes keep on callin' me baby Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me These hoes keep on callin' me baby Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Uh) Dot my "I"s and cross my "T"s And stay on my "P"s and "Q"s Stand on business, pick a side It's your choice, feel free to choose Just don't be surprise that I get more "P"s than you You puttin' on a show, it won't be no season two, yeah I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich (Ay) Last time I heard, you a bitch on bitch, on bitch So don't you ever diss 'cause if shit ever go down You gon' make some people 'round, you get the gist Capiché, keep the peace It's just some things you can't teach Thought I told you, "E"s a beast Net worth eighteen mil' at least Fly from Paris out to Nice Positano then to Greeze Pulled up in the LaFerrari This a pink slip, not a lease, uh These hoes keep on callin' me baby (Nah) Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Uh, uh) These hoes keep on callin' me baby (Nah) Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Sorry) Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me From Letras Mania