| Money, money, money
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| It’s young Khalifa man
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| And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
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| I got money, hoes, money and hoes
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| Sick
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| Money and hoes
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| Big money talking to you
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| Motherfucker that’s cause big money brought it to you
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| I’ll be stunting while them little niggas sayin' nothing
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| High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don’t even pay for it
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| Barely know who made this shit
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| Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
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| Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
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| Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
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| My excuse is I’m in Cali so my smoke’s highly exclusive
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| And my bitch bad, my money’s through the roof
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| Your money short you looking mad
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| You Danny Bonaduce bitch
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| I’m jumpin' in my coupe
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| I’m rollin' something that taste like fruit
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| And I hear them niggas talkin' shit but there’s nothing much that they can do
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| When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
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| Never trippin' on no hoes, nigga what you thought we gettin' money over here
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| I’m ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
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| I do it big my niggas do the same thing
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| I’m throwin' signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
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| I’m on the team, it’s looking like I gang bang
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| I’m rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
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| I’m smokin' weed, my bitch she smoke the same thing
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| I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang
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| I’m on the team, it’s looking like I gang bang
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| B.I.G. |
| Sean Don, nigga
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| I tell a bitch bow down to a motherfucking G hoe
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| I work hard, I drink slow
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| But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey 'cause I’m a cheapo
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| Sippin' on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe,
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| yeah
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| My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
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| Bitch I’m ten feet tall when I’m standing on top of my dick
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| You a sucker hoe, sucker hoe
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| I’m success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I’m up next
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| Money in my hand, I don’t need no hand out
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| And they all got their hands up 'cause they fuck with me hands down
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| And the car I push got more tent than a camp ground
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| And my picture is always on your bitch background
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| Like Prada, it’s just me and Cyhi
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| Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
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| She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
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| She smoking on that Tada, now who the fuck gonna stop us
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| I’m ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
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| I do it big my niggas do the same thing
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| I’m throwin' signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
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| I’m on the team, it’s looking like I gang bang
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| I’m rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
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| I’m smokin' weed, my bitch she smoke the same thing
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| I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang
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| I’m on the team, it’s looking like I gang bang
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| Yeah that’s right, nigga…
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| Probably got your bitch in a trance…
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| I do it…
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| Niggas got me laughin
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| Man that shit funny man, damn that shit funny
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| Damn my nigga Wiz got this shit, ho, what? |