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Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Wake up, get- Fuck them cars and them clothes I ain't streaming no shows Keep your drama and your hoes I ain't worried 'bout those I just say I'm out the dough Tryna double the dough To the bank, here I go Man you already know (woo, yeah) Call me Mr. Dolla Dolla bill shit When I turn up, it's a kill switch My ex still love me, I could still hit My new girl tell me she a real bih I been sippin' on D'USSÉ So I don't give a fuck what you say Shawty was acting like groupie Hit the little bih last Tuesday I have been making love to the money Sip a lil' liqour, leave the drugs to the dummies It was down then but now it's looking sunny Gucci belt on but you still lookin' bummy I ain't really even gon' hold you Fooley back up, I don't know you She have fun when the funds out Make a nigga wanna pull the ones out Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Wake up, get- Fuck them cars and them clothes I ain't streaming no shows Keep your drama and your hoes I ain't worried 'bout those I just say I'm out the dough Tryna double the dough To the bank, here I go Hey, you already know Flo Milli shit Wake up and I'm chasin' the money I laugh to the bank, yo' hoe don't think it's funny I can get nasty daddy He tryna cuff, he don't know I'm sassy Can't let him fuck, gotta keep it classy I get to that bag like a Target basket Makeup on my weave, Fendi on my sleeve She wonder why she can't keep up with me He might blow his check on me 'cause I'm hot New Versace pants on me cost a lot I set the bar high, these bitches can't top No, these bitches can't top Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Straight to the money Wake up, get straight to the money Wake up, get- Fuck them cars and them clothes I ain't streaming no shows Keep your drama and your hoes I ain't worried 'bout those I just say I'm out the dough Tryna double the dough To the bank, here I go Hey, you already know (yeah)
Writer(s): Nesbitt Wesonga, Gerard Powell Ii, Tamia Carter, Alexis Boyd, Katori Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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