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F**k bitches, get money, f**k n***as, get money F**k bitches, get money, f**k n***as, get money F**k bitches, get money, f**k n***as, get money You want to sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on titty sayin' B-I-G, now check it You want to be my main squeeze, baby Don't cha, you want to gimme what I need, baby Won't cha, picture life as my wife, just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say you's the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her "Damn, why she want to stick me for my paper?" My Mo-sci-no ho, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was f**kin' everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin' Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin' Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Disrespect my clique, my shit's imperial F**k around and made her milk box material You feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real f**k a bitch shit, uh F**k bitches, get money F**k n***as, get money F**k bitches, get money F**k n***as, get money F**k bitches, get money F**k n***as, get money F**k bitches, get money F**k n***as, get money n***as betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, n***as press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin' than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat Then, you want to be my main squeeze, n***a Don't cha, you want to lick between my knees, n***a Don't cha want to see me whippin' your three down the Ave. Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs, lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin' everywhere Me shifty? Now you want to pistol whip me Pull out your nine while I cock on mine Yeah, what, n***a? I ain't got time for this So what, n***a? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit Now you want to buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots Things that make up for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards sayin', "I apologize" Is you wit' me? How could you ever deceive me But payback's a bitch, motherf**ker, believe me Naw, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherf**kers know F**k bitches, get money, f**k n***as, get money
writers: Wallace, Christopher / Ayers, Roy / Bedford, James / Striplin, Sylvia Denise / Jones, Kimberly
copyright: EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, JAMES BEDFORD D/B/A SKILLET MUSIC
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