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Ripper On The Beat Bitch! (Ripper On The Beat Bitch!) Bitch sit back watch me get that money Couple million, bank book cyah done it Ah no Bonnie and Clyde, dis ah Spice and Tommie Roll out inna di car with the top down Dutty gyal, every hater ah go drop down Pum-pum fat ina my shorts like one pound Bokkle pon bokkle watch me shut this club down (Let me hear it) Ha, You bitches ain't next Sitting home watch my grand Rolex Me ah one likkle rude girl ah chase them cheques Big batty girl straight from the jet to the jet Excuse you, bitch, we grind for this money And these broke n can't get nunin' from me Them say me ah rude girl, yeah I'm taking shit Lay ya n down if he don't run it Not gonna go to me Yeah, an' I pop my pussy on his hunnids Bitch is Usain Bolt when I'm running to this money Never take, than what I left it What Bitches on timing? Wanna pop P makin' n confide I'm like "bitch stop living on my timeline" I'm all about the letter B with the dolla' sign While you sleep with a n for some likkle coin Life want rearrange Body wan' redefine Pose fi' the bloodclaat camera Mi clean and come out Instagram bad gyal an' no type shit all 'bout See me inna real life an' you fi shut up ya mouth Mi money loud Ya bag dry like it a go thru the drought While you make memes Bitch I make moves Looking like a stall got stalls on my ceiling This a Wraith, hoe You ain't got the pesos Sit it in his face Had him bussing like a Draco I never let him stay, tho Send him on his way, tho I know he rookie so this pussy what he chase for A-Hunnid' yard dash The money all flash Bear ya life saving spending shit on a bag, in cash Moving 'cross the state line just to see my waistline When he ate this pussy only time we ever facetime Rude boy got a few boys in my chair Yardie in Jamaica said he feelin' me like real I be taking trips while you bitches taking L's Cheques in the mail You better watch your male 'Fore I send him home broke with your bill money missing Me and Spice out here getting real money bitches Imma get it Imma get it Imma get it Pop that ass drop down if you with it Imma get it Imma get it Imma get it Pop that ass drop down if you with it Imma get it Imma get it Imma get it Pop that ass drop down if you with it Imma get it (Imma) Imma get it (Imma) Pop that ass drop down if you with it Straight out of Jamaica Mi stand up inna dis Gyal deh shoes pon mi foot deh pon your wishlist Money ah fly everyday elastic band mi twist Earring to the chain No wait check mi wrist See I don't know if y'all understand me So let me calm down speak more clearly The things that I buy bitch wait for a fairy Or save couple bucks then you might just barely Imma get it Imma get it Imma get it Pop that ass drop down if you with it Imma get it Imma get it Imma get it Pop that ass drop down if you with it Imma get it Imma get it Imma get it Pop that ass drop down if you with it Imma get it (Imma) Imma get it (Imma) Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Writer(s): Ricardo Toussaint, Dj Sam Sneak, Latoya Hamilton, Atasha Jefferson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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