| Cut the money up, then I burn that shit
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| Put it in my pocket, I can’t even fold that shit, ay
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| You a shooter nigga, then you blow that shit
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| You ain’t smoking on no Tookah I don’t want to smoke that shit
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| 200 on the dash, I’m about to get Casper
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| Laughing to the bank, I know you pussies hear my laughter
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| Touchdown on these haters tryna tackle
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| I used to be broke but now I’m on another chapter
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| Shoot them things in
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| Loyal to my squad, I swear to god I’m never changing
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| Up on the cup, my nigga Breezy got me drinking
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| I call that Beyonce, nigga I been drinking
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| I been drinking, I been drinking
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| Roll another Tookah bitch we smoking on that stinky
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| Paid a couple bands just to put some diamonds on my pinky
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| Got my jewelry on, know these niggas they can’t take it
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| Know these bitches they can’t take me, know these niggas they can’t take me
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| I’m true to the game, I swear I can never fake it
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| I’m talking money to you, you say that’s another language
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| When you hear that money talk you just
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| Can’t even understand it |