| All this ice make my neck hit
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| Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin'
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| All this cash on the floor, I can’t even see my section
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| So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it’s Tetris
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| Baby, I know you get the message
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| So quit playin' with a youngin like
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
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| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
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| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
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| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
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| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| Ass like what? |
| Fuck it up
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| You like Patrón mixed with Henny in your cup, ayy
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| You said workin' 9 to 5 not enough, ayy
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| So you 'tend 'til 2 AM in the club
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| Cash like what? |
| Fuck it up
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| All the ones on the floor mixed with dubs
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| You say you lookin' for a baller, not a scrub
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| Whoever throw the most money showin' love
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| So let a young nigga come and handle it
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| Booty so big, can’t keep my hands off it
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| Up and down the pole, got me fantasy
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| In the back of the coupe, let me play with it
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| All up on the stage when you start with your top
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| Girl, I ain’t leavin' 'til them panties drop
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| All this money everywhere got you thinkin' a lot
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| 'Cause you livin' la vida loca
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| All this ice make my neck hit
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| Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin'
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| All this cash on the floor, I can’t even see my section
|
| So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it’s Tetris
|
| Baby, I know you get the message
|
| So quit playin' with a youngin like
|
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
|
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
|
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
|
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
|
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
|
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| Uh, hope this money all enough on you
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| Instead of throwin' ones, I throw these dubs on you
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| All these niggas in the club wanna love on you
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| Only cash on your ass when they touch on you
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| Blow a bag, pop a bottle, then we on our way
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| All this drank on me I ain’t tryna waste
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| You wanna leave with a nigga, I see it in your face
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| Quit playin' with a nigga, come and run a play
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| Let a young nigga come and handle it
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| Booty so big, can’t keep my hands off it
|
| Up and down the pole, got me fantasy
|
| In the back of the coupe, let me play with it
|
| All up on the stage when you start with your top
|
| Girl, I ain’t leavin' 'til them panties drop
|
| All this money everywhere got you thinkin' a lot
|
| 'Cause you livin' la vida loca
|
| All this ice make my neck hit
|
| Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin'
|
| All this cash on the floor, I can’t even see my section
|
| So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it’s Tetris
|
| Baby, I know you get the message
|
| So quit playin' with a youngin like
|
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
|
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
|
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
|
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
|
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
|
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love
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| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |