| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
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| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear
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| Yeah, that’s all I hear
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| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
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| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear
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| Yeah, that’s all I hear
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| Well I got money too
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| And I got common sense
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| We all know niggas that got guns
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| I ain’t gonna talk that shit my nigga
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| I’m on southside
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| On some parking shit my nigga
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| We not parallel
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| On some narcissistic shit, I’m taking care of self
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| I be way too paranoid
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| I got on my Paramore
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| See it with some brand new eyes
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| I told you 'bout the Perrier
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| Told you you can catch me out in traffic off the Mary J
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| Bumping DJ Ferris getting carried away
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| I carry thrash on my situations damn near every day
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| Writing all my sections with the city like who is he
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| If that nigga never keep it that real with me what’s your story
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| All our shit like allegory
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| If you tell it nigga told me
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| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
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| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear
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| Yeah, that’s all I hear
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| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches
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| I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear
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| Yeah, that’s all I hear |