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(Mikey, you ain't shit!) Man, this money don't make sense (yeah) But I'm still countin' these pesos Lately, I'm stuck on the bench (bench) But I'm still gettin' this bankroll She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex" (let's fuck) Come over, you on the table (oh yeah) I got the gold all on my neck (my neck) And I'm still sippin' this maple (let's go!) I'm rockin' Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW I started talkin' my shit and my shit popped off And I never went broke, only worked one job Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care, cash layup When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up Fresh on bud They, know, that, I can fly like a duck Run through the bugs, free all my cuz They hate it, I see it, nobody show love If I see 12, what the fuck, I'ma run I'm smokin' exotic, I'm smokin' on Runtz The money keep callin', I know it'll come So pass me the blunt, light it like I'm buzzed No, I'm not your friend, no, I'm not your cuz I'm squashin' these bugs, I do what I want She told me, "Come bone", that filet mignon I'm doin' these drugs, make me feel at home Could this shit get worse? I think I am cursed, wishin' the worst Doin' these drugs got me talkin' in cursive Man, that booty look better in person This shit hot and sizzlin', scorchin' Had no money so I made a fortune Spend my money, my money extortion Like a mummy, I'm wrapped up in goat skin But I know that money make the world spin Smokin' gas, goin' up like a ghost did, yeah Smokin' gas, go up like ghost did Man, this money don't make sense (yeah) But I'm still countin' these pesos Lately I'm stuck on the bench (bench) But I'm still gettin' this bankroll She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex" (let's fuck) Come over, you on the table (oh yeah) I got the gold all on my neck (my neck) And I'm still sippin' this maple (let's go!) I'm rockin' Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW I started talkin' my shit and my shit popped off And I never went broke, only worked one job Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care, cash layup When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Michael Bolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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