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All this money, never running out

This pussy **** just run his mouth

All this money, never running out

I said, last month spent a hundred thou

In a new foreign going a hundred miles

All this money, never running out

Them pussy **** just run they mouth

Now the truth really coming out

I can see the hate when you come around

Acting like he don't know me now

And only fuck with me when he in the town

Flossing out with a new 'Catur

'Bout to leave a **** on a newspaper

**** ran off with a bird

Didn't think I'd catch up with you later

A hundred hundreds, that's ten thou

Two hundred fifty's, that's ten thou

Five hundred twenty's, that's ten thou

A lot of P's that I shipped out

See, I don't need the whole 30 clip

Boy, I can get it done with 10 of them

He talking 'bout he want 10 of them

You pulling up, boy, I'm sending them

See, all these foreigns, ain't renting none

Them bad bitches, I'm sending them

That Bentley truck, you never been in one

Boy, I couldn't wait till they invented one

This field thing came back 36

I ain't got no extras

Ain't a round in this hot TEC left

I ain't got no extra

Thousand hundreds, two hundreds fifties, bitch

I ain't got no extras

Hit a store for some rubber bands quick

I ain't got no extras

Whole thing came back 36

I ain't got no extras

Ain't a round in this hot TEC left

I ain't got no extras

A thousand hundreds, two hundreds fifties, bitch

I ain't got no extras

Hit a store for some rubber bands quick

I ain't got no extras

I said, double cut my styrofoam

This high tech bitch so muddy

All this off ho money

If you didn't know, now you know, dummy

Seminary with the clip long as E1

Diamonds on me VS1's

Them broke **** never seen none

Pulled up in the Wraith

I could see the hate all in they face

Left her out and parked in the hood

Like eight days straight

All cash, no sliders, bitch

No, I don't know what they think

I've been getting money for a minute, ****

You a couple years late

Bust down, this Rollie got diamonds all in my face

Bust down this brick residue all on this plate

If they counted me out, guess them **** can't count

A couple thousand short, they done fucked up my count

It's Philthy, ****

Whole thing came back 36

I ain't got no extras

Ain't a round in this hot TEC left

I ain't got no extras

Thousand hundreds, two hundreds fifties, bitch

I ain't got no extras

Hit a store for some rubber bands quick

I ain't got no extras

Whole thing came back 36

I ain't got no extras

Ain't a round in this hot TEC left

I ain't got no extras

Thousand hundreds, two hundreds fifties, bitch

I ain't got no extras

Hit a store for some rubber bands quick

I ain't got no extras