| Long money, hopes and dreams
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| Always be around them niggas wit paper but got your own money
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| It’s yo world, buy this drink for you girl
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| You said tell the DJ play this song for me
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| Heres my number case you ever need company
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| Better weed tons of drink, love the way I dress, let her rub my ink
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| Hell yeah, I’m fly, that’s why they all beneath, me
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| That money fall and she make dough
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| I’m giving her all she can take though
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| And you know we ball but this ain’t no game no
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| I’m spending it all cause that’s what we came for
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| Yeah that’s what we came for
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| Throwing my money when I see you every time she gettin low, low, low
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| Foot on the gas when I see you yeah cause she ready to go, go, go, go
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| Throw it in the air watch that paper fall
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| Don’t know how much I came here with
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| End of the night, shit, she gon take it all
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| See them diamonds in my chain
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| You ain’t gotta know my name
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| Rushing to the bar, I need another round of drinks
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| Then it’s to my car, puff a pound of dank
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| Now we in the stars, and I’mma make it rain
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| Drown the sink
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| That money fall and she make dough
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| I’m giving her all she can take though
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| And you know we ball but this ain’t no game no
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| I’m spending it all cause that’s what we came for
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| Yeah that’s what we came for
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| Throwing my money when I see you every time she gettin low, low, low
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| Foot on the gas when I see you yeah cause she ready to go, go, go, go
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| Pay for your own clothes, fly on your own trips
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| You a big girl, you buy your own shit
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| Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip
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| No leasing yours, you like to own shit
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| So rich, the one them n-ggass hate the bitches wanna go with
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| I’m, buyin O’s like it’s Wheel of Fortune
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| Feelin flawless, living lawless, yeah
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| That money fall and she make dough
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| I’m giving her all she can take though
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| And you know we ball but this ain’t no game no
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| I’m spending it all cause that’s what we came for
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| Yeah that’s what we came for
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| Throwing my money when I see you every time she gettin low, low, low
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| Foot on the gas when I see you yeah cause she ready to go, go, go, go
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| I’m throwing money up and watching her go round and round
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| Watching her go round and round
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| I’m throwing money up and watching it come down, come down
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| Watching it come down, come down
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| And we can go to my house or we can go to your crib
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| We can jump in your car, you can see how I live
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| But I’m still throwing money up
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| So much I’m losing count, can’t count
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| So much I’m losing count, can’t count
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| Yeah I’m talkin bout |