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Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ya dig? Ayy, ayy Fuck fame, pick the MAC up, let it mash up Snubnose in the club, don't make me act up (Don't make me act up) Stupid ass bitch make no sense I be gettin' money off both ends, pick your bags up (Pick them bags) Make sure you park in reverse Somethin' like me what a bad bitch prefer I been sayin', "Mothafuck 12" since pre-birth If you owe me, it is nowhere to hide on this green Earth Get money-money, take money-money, yeah I be countin' five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah Sippin' juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah Get money-money, take money-money, yeah I be countin' five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah (Yuh, ayy) Sippin' juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah (Yuh, ayy, yuh) Yuh, I don't wanna take no picture with these rappers I don't wanna touch your bitch if your bitch is below the average Don't make me pull the Ratchet, make me turn into a savage Took a minute to get it, now I have it (Now) Used to whip a Saturn, what's the matter with these rappers? See your pattern Fuckboys and clout hoes, the game can't get no sadder Leave me to myself and my wealth, hang me from a Gucci belt Blow the .45 and let my brains splatter Cellphone calls from my cousin sittin' in a cell Cops wanted me to snitch, bitch, I told 'em, "Go to Hell" Post office into sendin' packs, mothafuck the mail Bitch mad I'm on the road so she got a fuckin' cell Step into the spotlight, walk a mile in my life and act like You know how to act right around these rubber bands (Bitch) Don't you leave your crib without your gun inside your hand None of my homies got a CCL, and who you think is postin' bail? Get money-money, take money-money, yeah I be countin' five, ten, twenty hunnid, yeah My ho thick, big hunny-bunny, yeah Sippin' juice cups, big muddy buddy, yeah
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Habib Suz, Garrett Spach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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