| Cold, money ain’t got no deadline
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| But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
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| Ye and at the table man we toasting wine
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| Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time
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| My wrist gold, my shoes cool
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| Them bricks cold, how 'bout you
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| Money ain’t got no deadline
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| But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
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| Get back hoe, I stepped on you
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| Going in on this beast like a terrorist I bombed you
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| Niggas talking about go vote!, I’m voting for Benjamin Franklin
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| 'Cause the money gon' change the world nigga what the fuck you think
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| Land in my bed, Louie V my blanket
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| Money under my mattress, and I’m fucking an actress
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| RT, that’s real talk!
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| Money in my pants, now watch me do the money walk
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| Forley me on, bitch we eat good
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| And we don’t see that top, bitch we see wood
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| That’s court side talking to them players
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| Bitch we’re some bosses so you talkin to some players
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| Cold, money ain’t got no deadline
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| But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
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| Ye and at the table man we toasting wine
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| Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time
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| My wrist gold, my shoes cool
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| Them bricks cold, how 'bout you
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| Money ain’t got no deadline
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| But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
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| Versace, that be my belt buckle
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| Shit and I keep that pistol nigga I’m my own muscle
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| Been getting money got my own hussle
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| Never been a dick rider, but she’s a dick rider
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| And I got my own wifi
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| Just for these hoes connecting me
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| And the plug keep wanna connect with me
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| Beat the pussy up now I got your man girlfriend cop with me
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| They asking me why the jury act so arrogant
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| And it’s shining hard, ain’t really with that starring shit
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| And my diamonds talk man, ye baby it’s on that para shit
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| And I’m getting overseas money ye baby I’m on that parachute
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| Cold, money ain’t got no deadline
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| But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline
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| Ye and at the table man we toasting wine
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| Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time
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| My wrist gold, my shoes cool
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| Them bricks cold, how 'bout you
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| Money ain’t got no deadline
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| But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline |