| Think It’s A Game?
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| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, yeah, yeah
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| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, yeah
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| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, hahah
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| It’s Q Money, ain’t shit, yeah
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| I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks
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| You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea
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| She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee
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| Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets
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| Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah
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| I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!)
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| I show my ass out in public
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| You’d do the same shit if you came from nothing
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| I made it out, niggas say I got lucky
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| I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me
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| My teachers done flunked me, but now they wanna fuck me
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| I’m stuntin', I keep me some bands in the duffle (That's Louis V!)
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| When I was trappin', I didn’t touch nothing
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| My lil niggas servin' for me on the huffy
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| Bitch I’m on fire, these hoes wanna puff me
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| Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy
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| Ain’t it ironic that hoe called me ugly?
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| Now ain’t it ironic that bitch wanna fuck me?
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| Hoo, hoo, she wanna suck me, hoo, hoo, I’m gettin' money
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| Yeah, yeah, hah, uh, I been sayin' ain’t shit funny
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| I get that bag and I blow that, yeah
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| Say you get money, then show that, yeah
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| This is Q Money, not Kodak, yeah
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| Watch where you bringin' your hoe at, yeah
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| I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks
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| You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea
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| She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee
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| Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets
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| Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah
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| I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!)
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| I show my ass out in public
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| You’d do the same shit if you came from nothing
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| I made it out, niggas say I got lucky
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| I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me
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| I used to trap out the corner store
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| I put the grams on the stove
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| I know some bitches that play with their nose
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| Most of my niggas still servin' that dope
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| When I was servin', fiends blew up my phone
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| I blew up the pack, I made that shit back
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| Pull up to the trap or wherever I’m at
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| Don’t bring your phone out when I’m servin' this pack (For real!)
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| I hit from the back, she gon' get attached
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| Why? |
| Cause my dick just like crack
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| I look like I dress like I smell like a sack
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| Why? |
| Cause I got them racks
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| Hit the club, poppin' Moet, yeah
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| Hit the strip club and throw it, yeah
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| You got dope then smoke it, yeah
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| I’m still pistol totin', yeah
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| Mama told me stay focused, yeah
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| Everybody know I’m chosen, yeah
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| Most of these hoes be bogus, yeah
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| Cause they don’t cop that Lotus, yeah
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| Pour Champagne on my Rollie, yeah
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| Dress in all black but I’m still holy, yeah
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| Niggas ain’t tough, we expose em, yeah
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| Nigga, you ain’t tough, we expose 'em, yeah
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| I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks
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| You said you fuckin with me, I’ma just sip my lil tea
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| She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee
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| Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets
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| Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key, yeah, yeah
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| I keep the gang with me, cause they gon' bang for me (Keep goin!)
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| I show my ass out in public
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| You’d do the same shit if you came from nothing
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| I made it out, niggas say I got lucky
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| I’m doin' my thing, only God can judge me
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| Think It’s A Game? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neat , by - Q Money. Song from the album Ain't Shit Funny, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп