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(Di-Diego) He said, erm The money gotta be thrown when this motherfucker come on Yeah, yeah (Ba-Ba-Bankroll Got It) Buss it, buss it, bussdown Rollie pollie Yeah, she love this pole, she can't wait to suck it Yeah, we play with them racks for real, yeah, they all on budgets Yeah, that 1942 got her acting twenty-two Has she ever seen a nigga push a button and lower the roof? Yeah, we hopped out with that choppa thang like a kangaroo Yeah, keep it quiet, keep it silent, yeah, them the rules Yeah, I turn her body up, yeah, she turnt up, Betty Boop I just had to twist her up in the bed like a screw Forty diamonds on me, this a ocean, not a pool Yeah, get some money, tell me don't do it, but I still done it Yeah, I'm talking 'bout these motherfucking hunnids Yeah, she went janitor on me Yeah, she mop it, yeah, she punch Yeah, she put me in that crush pepper I gotta get her some money, nah, shawty ain't no dummy Pop a rubber band, I just had an accident 'Cause I'm crashing on your mans Yeah, my momma said I'm talented Go get me some bands, yeah With no wifey Cop some flawless diamonds, Keed pendant We been getting that paper in, way 'fore pandemic Yeah, I make it rain on her, yeah, she said that she a fan Yeah, that trap house, it was cold, yeah, we had nun' but a oven Y'all niggas think I'm something to play with 'Cause a nigga went and turned rapper We'll send lil' whoop whoop, gon' tag them up, yeah, whack 'em That's crazy All these niggas talking 'bout how they seen a dead body Nigga, everybody went to funeral Your grandma died, you went to your grandma funeral, ain't it? Man, see what I'm sayin'? Everybody done seen a dead body, nigga Yeah, nigga I hate when they be sayin' that Pussy (Woo) Buss it, buss it, bussdown Rollie pollie Yeah, she love this pole, she can't wait to suck it Yeah, we play with them racks for real, yeah, they all on budgets Yeah, that 1942 got her acting twenty-two Has she ever seen a nigga push a button and lower the roof? Yeah, we hopped out with that choppa thang like a kangaroo Yeah, keep it quiet, keep it silent, yeah, them the rules Yeah, I turn her body up, yeah, she turnt up, Betty Boop I just had to twist her up in the bed like a screw Forty diamonds on me, this a ocean, not a pool Ayy, face on voi'la (Pretty) Pussy on wa-wa, diamonds on tie dye, private jet sky high Won't catch me outside, gotta catch me on my line like wi-fi Got a fifty on me right now (Right now) Patty cake on a wrist, lil' bitch, so iced out Long weave, it's a bust out (Bust out) Too boujee for a roof, one button let the top down Push it, push it, I'm top ten, bitch pop it like a Perc' 10 It's good pussy, he surfing, got him fiending like the [?] I'm the blueprint, these other hoes my students, aye Bitch, I'm too rich, you too broke to get into it, uh Buss it, buss it, bussdown Rollie pollie Yeah, she love this pole, she can't wait to suck it Yeah, we play with them racks for real, yeah, they all on budgets Yeah, that 1942 got her acting twenty-two Has she ever seen a nigga push a button and lower the roof? Yeah, we hopped out with that choppa thang like a kangaroo Yeah, keep it quiet, keep it silent, yeah, them the rules Yeah, I turn her body up, yeah, she turnt up, Betty Boop I just had to twist her up in the bed like a screw Forty diamonds on me, this a ocean, not a pool
Writer(s): Diego Javier Avendano, Raqhid Jevon Render, Jerrika Karlae, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Rickie Carley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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