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Shawty wet 'cause she gon' get it, she on go (Go)

Real money chaser, just in case you didn't know (Didn't know)

Been setting trends for all you groupies and you hoes (And you hoes)

Bitches just be hatin', ain’t no competition though

And I put that on my soul

You been fucking with the opps and I can't fuck with you no more

All these boys goin' out sad 'cause they be tweaked over some hoes

I won't never go out bad, I keep that stick on me for sure

BB Simon on my waist, no, these ain't Fashion Nova jeans

Got addicted to the money, think that turned me to a fiend

Had to get it out the mud, the other side ain't always green

Ain't no days off in this bitch, gotta get it by any means (Yeah)

Rich bitch, top-notch, Prada for the chill

Touch down in LA, I'm at the top, posted in the Hills

I'm on Melrose, in that black truck, dropped a bag inside TheReal

In the Rover, pistol packin', bitch, I’m really dressed to kill

Shawty wet 'cause she gon' get it, she on go (Go)

Real money chaser, just in case you didn't know (Didn't know)

Been setting trends for all you groupies and you hoes (And you hoes)

Bitches just be hatin', ain’t no competition though

And I put that on my soul

You been fucking with the opps and I can't fuck with you no more

All these boys goin' out sad 'cause they be tweaked over some hoes

I won't never go out bad, I keep that stick on me for sure

Yeah, uh, new money, new bitch, told that boy to pack up

These bitches in they feelings goin broke, be tryna catch up

“You know all my bitches pretty, get into it”

Said to Tony, tryna match us, he tryna match us

I'm gon' pull off in that Scatpack when I'm cruisin' on my block

All these bitches do you dirty, like my cup is full of Wock'

Living good, through all the red lights, moving fast, it ain't no stops

I got rich within a year for all the hoes who pocket watch

Shawty wet 'cause she gon' get it, she on go (Go)

Real money chaser, just in case you didn't know (Didn't know)

Been setting trends for all you groupies and you hoes (And you hoes)

Bitches just be hatin', ain’t no competition though

And I put that on my soul

You been fucking with the opps and I can't fuck with you no more

All these boys goin' out sad 'cause they be tweaked over some hoes

I won't never go out bad, I keep that stick on me for sure