| I just made a hundred
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| I just made a hundred
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| I just made a hundred
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| I just made a hundred
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| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number
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| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter
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| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another
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| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle
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| Right back to the money, you know how I play it
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| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin'
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| Lyin' on my name, you know what you sayin'
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| In and out the streets, they treat me like royalty
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| These bitches cannot spell 'loyalty'
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| I dropped a bag on my lawyer fee
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| Way before these engineers was recordin' me
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| Sorry boo, can’t give you all of me
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| Pardon me, you just want me 'cause I’m hot
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| When I was dead broke couldn’t get you to stop
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| Now that I’m on you done turned to a thot, why?
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| I started off with a pot
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| Picked up the backend and went got me a spot
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| Head on a swivel, I know niggas plot
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| I’m checkin' every car that slide through the block
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| Five-fifty with the S in the front
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| I just got the best head of the month
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| Saved her number under «Man-eater»
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| And I ain’t get her from the 'Gram neither
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| Caught her in traffic, she bent it over like she teachin' yoga
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| Or she used to be in gymnastics
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| Either way I cannot pass it, I’m bringing cash in
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| She wanna FaceTime and text, I just want some neck
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| I ain’t got respect
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| Hit it on the couch, hit it on the steps
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| Put it in your mouth, I’ma make a mess
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| I just made a hundred
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| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number
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| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter
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| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another
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| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle
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| Right back to the money, you know how I play it
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| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin'
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| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin'
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| They just paid me a hundred
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| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number
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| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter
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| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another
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| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle
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| Right back to the money, you know how I play it
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| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin'
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| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin'
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| Ridin' red Ford, in the greg lord
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| Every time she see me I’m in rare form
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| Bet she do it for a pair of Air Jordans
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| In the mornin', send her get her hair done
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| On the highway, bet her head goin'
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| Up and down sloppily, hope no one watchin' me
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| Tell my daddy, I’m fulfilling his prophecy
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| Hundred fifty million, ain’t no one stoppin' me
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| Watch your convo when you talk to me
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| Make me think you plottin', tryna possibly follow me
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| Lay on me, just like them robbers be
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| Out your damn mind, you just gotta be
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| You gon' get shot
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| This dope boy academy, Big Skoob
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| Where you certainly can get your issue
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| Can’t fit your feet in them, they big shoes
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| Man we countin' these hundreds
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| And switching up numbers like yeah yeah
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| I just made a hundred
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| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number
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| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter
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| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another
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| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle
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| Right back to the money, you know how I play it
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| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin'
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| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin'
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| They just paid me a hundred
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| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number
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| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter
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| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another
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| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle
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| Right back to the money, you know how I play it
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| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin'
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| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin' |