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You gotta turn up my headphones some more All the way up, like turn it up, up Yeah, its up there, ayy Don't know what you thought, ever since a tot lil bitch I been a boss Water Voss, on my neck and wrist everybody ask what it cost Muney talk, yeah, bitch you heard, what muney talk Money all up in my pocket, prolly what's up in your vault (Nigga) Whenever I talk it costs me Yeah I turned my teeth to a faucet Now you see more water than crawfish This young nigga on, ain't gettin' off me But if you want, get put in a coffin Yeah I am rich and I'm bossy Businesses know what I'm talkin Bitch I came in the game cocky Diamonds they fighting, they boxing Nickname my wrist watch rocket I need my cheese with broccoli I'm a dawg, get these fleas hoes off me Ridin' in the hard top, I got options Bout to buy a new watch, tell them watch this Nigga, nigga, yeah I'm a nigga with a figures Ridin' in the coupe, no ceiling Why you on a bucket, like cat litter All these hoes know I'm that nigga All these hoes dikes gangs hit 'me I could make your thot bitch giggle Or gargle, come get her Ayy, come get her, come get her up off my pickle Money hungry, what's for dinner (Yeah) My earrings the size of a lemon (Yeah yeah yeah) Yellow diamonds on, this how I'm feelin' Richard Millie on me, that cost a million My bitch got racks too but she don't play tennis Nah, nah, nah, all she do is just play with these balls Money on my mind put a hoe on pause Money on my line gotta answer this call (Brrp, hello?) Glizock what the fuck you got going on Shit, some Paper Route Business holmes I know, I see you and Kenny gettin' it on Me and my niggas gettin' big racks, bookoo Yeah we been gettin' money since Fubu Don't know a nigga, shit, who you You ain't Dacy, roll one or two These niggas dream bout the money I run through Runnin' through bitches and kick 'em out kung-fu Dammit I'm ballin' and no I can't fumble My money long as the hair on Rapunzel Nigga talkin bout it, gonna text or come on fool Take a few shots, what you gonna do Big money talk, get your gun dude Young rich nigga made my own rules Still talkin money, broke the phone booth I'm up, and humble Big green, cucumber Don't play, I'll gun ya
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Krishon O'brien Gaines, Tyler Denzel Irwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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