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No house and mediocre dick, fuck I look like? Thinking I'm an Alchemist? Tryna build you up to your potential I'm too grown to still be learning lessons like this I should've cut you off like I cut these checks Boss bitch, who's that? Feel like my ego's taking food stamps Like I don't got these loose bands I could slap you with I'm an asterisk, I'm a star girl and a strategist Like LeBron and fucking Maverick, don't ask for shit Ask my people, different tax bracket, I'm a CEO Permiso, permiso, penny for your thoughts? Nope How 'bout a looney, how 'bout a tooney I dead all the doubt just like an Uzi Doot-doot-doot-doot, shoot it like a movie Leave me the fuck alone, really and truly And I'm from the North, so I stay unruly More money, more problems More money, more problems So a bitch stay moody More money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems So a bitch stay moody Letras de cancionesFuck I look like tryna make time for you? Like a bad bitch ain't got shit to do And shit to prove and shit to lose I gotta make these hits Like a motherfuckin' pistol do My ego trippin' on vacay Chip on shoulder, no delays Baby, been on "fuck you, pay me" Fuck you think? I'm anaphylactically allergic to lazy Grind 'til I die 'til I'm pushing daisies 'til that day Know I'm pushing daily, Pusha please P-U-S-S-Y And boundaries are my favorite Leave me the fuck alone if you're basic And absolutely no association To any motherfucker prone to hesitation More money, more problems More money, more problems So a bitch stay moody More money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems So a bitch stay moody From Letras Mania