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Christopher Taylor Martinez
Christopher Taylor Martinez
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Bitch I want that bag I don't have time to waste I stay wit the cash I want the finer things And you said that I'm selfish And girl I'm tryna change But I can't help it I had to make a way Bitch I want that bag I don't have time to waste I stay wit the cash I want the finer things And you said that I'm selfish And girl I'm tryna change But I can't help it I had to make a way You said you was down to ride Down to slide Baby you told me anything But bitch you told me lies And I tried Tried so hard to numb this pain And I can't be here looking stupid You had me feeling so foolish Thought that you was gone be down But bitch I swear that I was clueless Now I'm on my own chasing cash I ain't worried bout no bitch I been on the road Straight gas Ain't got time to love no bitch Hoes be getting mad And that's sad But I'm still out here getting rich Hoes be getting mad And that's sad But I'm still out here getting rich oh nah nah I ain't really worried bout shit Ima get the money ima flip that shit Ima get a bad bad bitch I ain't really fuckin with that average shit I ain't really worried bout shit Ima get the money ima flip that shit Ima get a bad bad bitch I ain't really fuckin with that average shit Bitch I want that bag I don't have time to waste I stay wit the cash I want the finer things And you said that I'm selfish And girl I'm tryna change But I can't help it I had to make a way Bitch I want that bag I don't have time to waste I stay wit the cash I want the finer things And you said that I'm selfish And girl I'm tryna change But I can't help it I had to make a way
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