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It don't matter what you're wearing Long as you got money in the bank Shorty what you think She says she like niggas that wear YSL and Polo They broke though I'ma let you know though You just keep givin' them hope though I come through, cook up, and just leave the sauce off on the side The side I come through, cook up, and just leave the sauce off on the side The side I rolled out with no jacket on I was cold as fuck like Baskin Robbins My chick got an angel face Yours ghost face like Action Bronson Ooooh I been saucin' since like day one I like to call that shit A1 Ain't for no games I do not play none Don't give a fuck about no haters It don't matter what you're wearing Long as you got money in the bank Shorty what you think She says she like niggas that wear YSL and Polo They broke though I'ma let you know though You just keep givin' them hope though I come through, cook up, and just leave the sauce off on the side The side I come through, cook up, and just leave the sauce off on the side The side
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