| I run and I check up
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| I got to go get it I’m chasing that bad
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| Nothing but twenties and fifties and hundreds are stuck in my stash
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| I promise my mama, I got to see how much it is in the cash
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| I got the pedal to the medal
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| Bitch I be doing it dash
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| I’m doing it dash (doing it dash)
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| I’m running my check up
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| I gotta go do it
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| I’m doing it dash
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| I’m doing it dash (doing it dash)
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| I promise my mama I got to see how much
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| Running, I’m running
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| I’m running my check up
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| Check up (check up)
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| I’m talking twenties, fifties and hundreds
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| I collect them at Heather
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| She told me oh my gosh, I guess I am pressured
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| I guess this bitch is by my side so she know I’m Nessa
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| Shout out to my CEO I swear that boy just blessed us
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| Dirty dance, I just hit my peak and risk a nigga
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| Blink
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| Told my momma no more problems
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| What we got to stress for
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| Told my family I got them
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| I got book in extra
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| I gotta get it, stay limit in every city
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| Every time I’m spending Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi
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| Talking twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds, twenties, fifties
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| Never do the limit
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| Never ever do the limit
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| Gotta speed up on them niggas
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| Zooming through the city, doing a hundred and fifty
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| Fuck 12
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| Middle fingers to the pork, Officer Piggy (oink, oink)
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| Gotta committed, committed to only my dollars and benzes
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| I’m focusing on robots
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| Rose Rouses, drivers in Bentleys
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| Collect every pennies
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| The hustle up in me I’m doing my job
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| My bitch be nagging, so Imma cop me some Louis Vuitton
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| Your bitch so nasty she work magic when she use her tongue
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| And I toss her, just imagine where I shoot the come
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| I tell a broke nigga Imma go and get it
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| Told my niggas to stay loyal
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| And they going with me, come on
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| Told my loyal bitch my story and they going with it
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| I won’t never do the limit
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| Never do the limit |