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Richer than the richestMore money, bitchesYeah, coming to you live from the city ofHoust-Atlanta-VegasSo what do you do, young lady? One hundredI am on a 24-hour champagne dietSpillin' while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try itI'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy itThe club owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly shitI am what everybody in my past don't want me to beGuess what? I made it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I justwant you to seeCome take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin'on meDon't come around and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on EI, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flowOn records, I'm Captain , and my new car is RoofioDamn, where my roof just go, I'm somebody that you shouldknowGet to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma producedit forYes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses forLike leavin' girls that love me and constantly seducing hoesI'm losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go?Top slipped off like Janet at the Super BowlI got emLetras de cancionesThey can't help it, and I can't blame 'emSince I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blowI'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fallAll over your skinI got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, ohOh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, ohOh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh(Cash money millionaire, yo, yo)Got money to blowRicher than the richestWe certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money businessHigher than the ceiling, fly like a birdHit the Gucci store and later get servedWe smoked out with no roof on itThem people passin', so we smash 'emBallin' out, we keep the cash on deckLamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V SetLouie lens iced up with the black diamondsCar of the year, Ferrari, the new SpiderNo lie, I'm higher than I ever beenBorn rich, born uptown, born to winFully loaded, automatic 6 BenzCandy paint, foreign lights with my bitch inBorn hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me upCan't stop me, more money, burn 'em upThey can't help it, and I can't blame 'emSince I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blowI'm gettin' it inLetting these bills fall all over your skinI got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, ohOh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, ohOh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, ohWhen I get paid every 24 hours, money and the powerCome to VIP and get a champagne showerI don't have to worry because everything oursAnd I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowersThat kush, I promise that's my doobieWe don't smoke that Reggie BushAnd I'm with two women, make you take a second lookWe poppin' like champagne bottles, but we never shookAnd we goin' be alright if we put Drake on every hookThey can't help it, and I can't blame 'emSince I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blowI'm gettin' it inLetting these bills fall all over your skinI got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, ohOh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, ohOh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, ohGot money to blow From Letras Mania