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Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Fucked around, got mo' money Text free, download money Got Wonder Bread like NASCAR You slipped up and got slow money My block boomin' like 18's, my paper up, it's on caffeine Them playin' clowns done tapped my phone, they swear I'm movin' that Phentermine Got too many bags of that rake Too much guap to just say Every time I try to break the bank I fuck around and get paid I done fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Pulled up hunnid whips, and we mobbin' Blew a hunnid stacks on the bomb Tryna flip a whole thang for a quarter Tryna have my boat plankin' on that water Bust it open, go and do that dance Fresh up out that border, flipped it from that corner Young rich fly nigga, started from the corner Go and bust it open, love when you do that dance Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Them street niggas no playin' ho Made a hundred grand in his bando That shit cool without the band movin' This brick jungle like Rambo Stop mine, no game I was dissin' on 'em On the block and I ain't even tell this nigga no no Rich nigga still movin' like I never had nothing But a hustle and a dream and a hell of a discussion Now I ride around the hood in that new I8 Here to take it to a hater bitch, I do not wait I'm the king of the streets, bitch I do not break And if it ain't about the money, look here bitch, I'm straight Get mine but I'm minding my business nigga Watchin' me, yo better find you some business nigga I want it all, how the fuck am I finished nigga? In the mud, in the field, no scrimmage nigga Yeah, I got this money, promise you I got this money This necklace on my is so dummy, 4 in the morning it's sunny Everything asking might dummy I did a cater to every fuck nigga you crumbed me Now they can't fuck with my money Now when the Truth come around niggas shit lookin' bummy Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Show money like dope money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money Fucked around, got mo' money
Writer(s): Samuel Barnes, Shawn Carter, Robert Kelly, Carl Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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