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Yessir, yessir We getting money mane Yessir We trippy, mane Wiz Khalifa, mane, Juicy J Let's go Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, get up Foreign cars, that's e'ry day A million off a tour, that's e'ry day A hundred broads, that's e'ry day Getting this money, living large in e'ry way (Smoking dope) that's e'ry day (Run through your door) that's e'ry day (Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day (Get money more) that's e'ry day (Smoking dope) that's e'ry day (Run through your door) that's e'ry day (Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day (Get money more) that's e'ry day Rapping ass nigga There go Wiz, he a rapping ass nigga I'm in a Benz getting brain from a centerpiece Before you can mention my name, I need ten at least I know they hate 'cause of the paper that a nigga see Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies, yeah Made men, bunch of made ass niggas When you paid then you with some paid ass niggas I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one Left my old bitch at home got a new one Said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it I said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it Your bitch leaving with us nigga that's tragic The roof go in the trunk, that's magic She rolling weed and she don't even smoke Come to your job and make it flood bet you gone need a boat Foreign cars, that's e'ry day A million off a tour, that's e'ry day A hundred broads, that's e'ry day Getting this money, living large, in e'ry way (Smoking dope) that's e'ry day (Run through your door) that's e'ry day (Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day (Get money more) that's e'ry day (Smoking dope) that's e'ry day (Run through your door) that's e'ry day (Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day (Get money more) that's e'ry day I'm 20 years in and I still win Hanging with the Taylor's drinking gin and I'm dancing Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, monday I ride Benz Any chick and all of her friends you know I'm tossing (tossing) Money spent (you know it) little money folded (you know it) You got one crib (you know it) Juicy got four (you know it) Only clubs that I like gotta have poles (you know it) Only fuck with model chick, but I play with hoes (you know it) My mansion sitting on 40 acres, who the neighbors? (Woo) Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper (let's get it) And I still mob through the hood, I don't need no waivers (yes sir) 'Cause if you niggas getting wrong, I'ma see you later (blow) Foreign cars, that's e'ry day A million off a tour, that's e'ry day A hundred broads, that's e'ry day Getting this money, living large in e'ry way (Smoking dope) that's e'ry day (Run through your door) that's e'ry day (Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day (Get money more) that's e'ry day (Smoking dope) that's e'ry day (Run through your door) that's e'ry day (Pulling hoes) that's e'ry day (Get money more) that's e'ry day
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