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First you get that money then you get that power If you tune ya nose up, boy he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that? Ain't nobody know a thing about ya if you zip that Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Be that, be that, never crack, did that Before I go without a sack, I swag pack I spark my bitch and now, she actin' like a brat I make Ellis, I know Jimmy, he got racks Bitch I'm bleedin' like a tat Roll it, roll it, for me on ya back Devil, show my diamonds yellow just like a taxi I'm a cat, I'mma toss out 'em pussy racks Pussy nigga better not look back Or else I'm killin' 'em, that's a fact There's blood all on my Timberlands She make a nigga say "whaat?!" I swear she feelin' on 'em She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon First you get that money then you get that power If you tune ya nose up, boy he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that? Ain't nobody know a thing about ya if you zip that Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Be that, be that, never crack, did that Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens Bitch, I'm rich just like a Simmons, not lil Diggy If I got legs, bitch you know I'm gonna get it She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley Big Bentley in that big Bentley, Bentley Hop out with that semi, cuz I know these nigga hear me Is you mad on Instagram on how I killed my payment? You keep that Ace of Spades, I'm sippin' I'm a rocket, rocket, I can't stop it, stop it I'm a GTV boy, bitch I'm poppin, poppin' I need coke, need coke like "Where the fuck is papi?" If you tryna run off, you know we popped ya noggin' First you get that money then you get that power If you tune ya nose up, boy he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that? Ain't nobody know a thing about ya if you zip that Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Be that, be that, never crack, did that
Writer(s): Morgan Isaac Karr, Antonio Pedro Mendonca, Jochanan Benjamin Samama, Joao Carlos Fernandes Sousa, Iuri Manuel Sa David Saavedra Magalhaes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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