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Who that? Your hoe? Oh shit, I know Money up, never fold, I'm the realest one stayin 10 toes We slide, hop in the ride, fishnets up to her thighs You know she thick, that no surprise Talkin bout dick, I know she miss mine Who that? Your hoe? Oh shit, I know Money up, never fold, I'm the realest one stayin 10 toes We slide, hop in the ride, fishnets up to her thighs You know she thick, that no surprise Talkin bout dick, I know she miss mine Chasing my bags, this girl look bad You know she widdit, she rocking the straps Counting my cash, rocking with class Bring that ass up, she making it clap Like damn, miss what we had Reminisce the past, but you know girl I don't miss you back Hop in the whip we boutta get lit You know this bitch she don't give me lip A band on a fit, she counting my chips We slide, hitting our licks Counting my cheddar, she rocking berettas Boy you just soft, just like a feather Making it hot just like the weather Boy you an opp, keep it together Hop in the whip we boutta get lit You know this bitch she don't give me lip A band on a fit, she counting my chips We slide, hitting our licks Counting my cheddar, she rocking berettas Boy you just soft, just like a feather Making it hot just like the weather Boy you an opp, keep it together Who that? Your hoe? Oh shit, I know Money up, never fold, I'm the realest one stayin 10 toes We slide, hop in the ride, fishnets up to her thighs You know she thick, that no surprise Talkin bout dick, I know she miss mine Who that? Your hoe? Oh shit, I know Money up, never fold, I'm the realest one stayin 10 toes We slide, hop in the ride, fishnets up to her thighs You know she thick, that no surprise Talkin bout dick, I know she miss mine
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