| Don’t nothing move but the money, and the bad bitches twerking
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| In a room full of money, I didn’t have it I was working
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| I’m certain Imma get it, bout to kill it, close the curtains
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| All these clown ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
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| It’s 5 in the morning, and I got too turnt up
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| And I know you want it, so you ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
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| Let me see, let me see
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| You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
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| Let me see, let me see
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| You ain’t got to hide it no more, let me see
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| You want me, you got me
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| It’s something in the air I can’t deny
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| Your body, boy, it’s toxic
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| When I pop it, I know you can’t get enough
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| Andale andale
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| They bring me that money when I hit the club
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| Andale andale
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| Now bring me my money
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| This feeling, it’s crazy
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| Just maybe, I could let you get it
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| Taste of my touch, boy it’s like drugs
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| So don’t try to cuff, we’re only here for one night
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| I get it, I get it, I’m with it my nigga
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| They talk it, I live it
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| I walk in the building, talk of the city, parking the Bentley
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| Started in Philly, really I started with plenty
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| Where niggas popping that semi, you pull up I’m popping the willy
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| Got money, you ain’t got no time
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| And if you got time you ain’t got no money
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| And everybody screaming if you broke you a joke
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| And I’m trying to figure why a nigga look so funny
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| Got a quarter on my neck, pull up on em, flex
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| You niggas sound bitter and really look upset
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| And I be round niggas, just money power respect
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| We cop, cook, and collect, and never making it stretch
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| You never making a check, smelling the odor
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| I whip it with soda, I been in with Hova, drinking on spade
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| Puffing with Diddy, I’m talking to Costa
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| Puerto Rico, bad bitches, got em over |