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Whoa-oh-oh (aah) Yeah (aah-aah, aah-aah) Whoa-oh-oh (aah) Yeah (aah, aah) Ooh, I think I found the one (found the one) Yeah, my baby girl gon' give me a son (give me a son) I found the girl that can do both (yeah) She ballin' with the crew And she just like me (yeah) 'cause all she wanna do is Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money I'm stupid, she funny She keep the tooly, I get the money She watch the trap for me And any time of the day, she gon' have fun Then get right back on her cake 'cause she ruthless, some Eazy E sh- When she hit the strip clubs, she straight balls on your b- a- She can talk the drawers off your b- a- Bbring 'em back to me and we gon' dog-f- your b- fast Ooh, I think I found the one (found the one) Yeah, my baby girl gon' give me a son (give me a son) I found the girl that can do both (yeah) She ballin' with the crew And she just like me (yeah) 'cause all she wanna do is Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money Touch riches (yeah-yeah), get money Touch riches (yeah-yeah), get money F- snitches, hit 'em in the stomach You know I'm stupid, she on that dumb shit She make me c- quick, we f- like three times a day S- me unconscious, I give her 300K And then she moves it, across the border I'm her Weezy F baby, she my Carter She on that cool shit, she knows what to do Man, you say it's f- me, no it's motherf- you-you She make me say, "Ooh, I think I found the one" (found the one) Yeah, my baby girl gon' give me a son (give me a son) I found the girl that can do both (yeah) She ballin' with the crew And she just like me (yeah) 'cause all she wanna do is Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money (uh) See, I got this lil' jawn, we ain't together, but we f- around Told her, "Listen, shawty, you ain't messin' with no suckers now" And she 'bout that life, she sees an opp, and she run it down And I gotta make her c- every time she come around Pour a cup of brown and we freakin', we freakin' Hustle on the week days, freakin' on the weekends And she gets her own checks, she don't give me no stress She ridin' like a road test, and she sticks with me like a drum and- Ooh, I think I found the one (found the one) Yeah, my baby girl gon' give me a son (give me a son) I found the girl that can do both (yeah) She ballin' with the crew And she just like me (yeah) 'cause all she wanna do is Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money (all she wanna do) Touch riches, get money Touch riches, get money (all she wanna do)
Writer(s): Joshua Michael Jaramillo, Ngandu Andy Kabamba, Katorah Marrero, Faheem Najm, Andre Eric Proctor, James Bedford Jr., Lamont Juarez Porter, Sylvia Denise Striplin, Roy Ayers, Kimberly Jones, Christopher Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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