| She ain’t fuckin' with less you
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| You, You, You know what it is
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| Straight certified bad chick
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| She always fresh to death
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| Like she hopped up out da casket
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| About to take my style back
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| You ain’t pay your taxes
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| Ya’ll ain’t really rappin'
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| You hoes just actin', action
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| You hoes better cut it out
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| You know you see her jumpin' out
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| Crome wheels, exotic heels
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| I guess dats wat da fuss about
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| She can’t help it if your nigga wanna take her out
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| Credit cards
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| She max it out
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| She all in his bank account
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| Da mall is what she think about
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| So niggas better betta come correct
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| Cuz she ain’t tryna holla
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| Unless a nigga tryna cut da check
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| She a red, drop-top corvette, black lace corset
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| Man dem hoes can’t afford it yet
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| She ain’t fuckin' with less you
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| You know what it is
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| Straight certified bad chick
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| She only fuck with niggas
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| With a wallet full of plastic
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| Call her a shop-a-holic
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| She need rehad
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| Way da classes?
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| Cuz she be, she be ballin
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| She can’t help it
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| It’s a habit
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| Somethin' about them Jacksons
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| Attracts her to them Grants
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| Addicted to them Franklins
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| When they wrapped in rubberbands
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| You know way she at
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| She stay creepin' with your man
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| She say money make her come
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| So she get wetter than a hand
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| And this is just her M. O
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| You bitches know she be fly
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| And while you hoes hatin'
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| Gone an add a N-E-Y
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| Been gettin doe
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| Since knee-High
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| Now da bread EICY
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| Big shit poppin like E I
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| She ain’t fuckin' with less you
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Now all my ladies
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| Who be gettin cash
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| Without givin no ass
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| You stay poppin all dem tags
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| Throw the money in the bag
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| Cuz you a bad chick, now dats a bad chick
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| Is u a bad chick, there go a bad chick
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| Now all my ladies gettin' paid
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| Layin' up in da shade
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| And trippin' cuz u get it
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| You know money everyday
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| Cuz you a bad chick, now thats a bad chick
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| Is you a bad chick, there go a bad chick
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| She ain’t fuckin' with less you
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta Money
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| Gotta Lotta
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| Gotta Lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money
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| Gotta lotta money |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lotta Money , by - Trina. Song from the album Incredible - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп