| There’s kinda niggas in this world of ours:
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| The ones with the money and the ones with power
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| The ones that can and the ones that can’t
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| So get bank nigga, get bank bitch
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| I’m not yo average bitch, I don’t care if you live or die
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| And if I turned pussy then what would they about
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| I’m still a human being with feelings, sometimes I cry
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| Then I get back to the money and wipe my fuckin' eye
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| Wait a second, hold your horses
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| I’m talkin' Bentleys and Porsches
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| Pussy … so known and I don’t think you can afford me
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| I’m a jazzy-ass bitch, there’s no way that you can ignore me
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| My name ringing bells, there’s no way that you can avoid me
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| Santerria’s the business, these niggas they gon' support me
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| Put the pussy game down on the … absorbed me
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| Tell 'em get out here and bring me my money
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| Fuck how you get, dirty money — clean money
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| Don’t matter nigga, I’m with it, I’m a (go-getter)
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| And if we have some problems I’m a (hoe hitter)
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| I fuck with those who are to me (beneficial)
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| My pussy’s so … make ya cry
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| So here’s a tissue, take your money then dismiss ya
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| I’m gone
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| There’s kinda niggas in this world of ours:
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| The ones with the money and the ones with power
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| The ones that can and the ones that can’t
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| So get bank nigga, get bank bitch
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| I should never leave my head where I do my dirt
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| I would never use same product, bitch, that I work
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| I will always check too see what’s up under your shirt
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| Keep a pistol at all times and I will disperse
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| Check that nigga pockets, check that hoe purse
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| Cause doin' twenty years farewell get your feelings hurt
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| And I never would believe in that fuckin' word «Friends»
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| But I will believe in power and the dividends
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| Get a business so I can clean up this traffic
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| Cause the IRS is askin' «How are you payin' your taxes?»
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| And I will keep at least three fine attorneys
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| Cause I do not know when these folks will try to burn me
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| Don’t let your left hand know what your right hand doin'
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| Don’t let that bitch know shit
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| There’s more than one way you screwin'
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| And I pray to god that he stop me 'fore they catch me
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| And keep the pot still boilin' before they come fetch me
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| BLAY!
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| There’s kinda niggas in this world of ours:
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| The ones with the money and the ones with power
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| The ones that can and the ones that can’t
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| So get bank nigga, get bank bitch |