You already what it do nigga You the size of it too huh? money Young I dont know they be thinkin shorty But fuck 'em, you know they be talking my homies Yeah, If we dont know nothin, we know we grind for the shine daddy Believe One million, two million, three million, million You it? If you cant bitch, go get nose straightened out nigga
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Look into the eyes of a baby Yeah, money get it and the I get it Its ova bitches Yeah, you know its ova bitches go get my money Look the eyes of a hustla baby Yeah, money get it and the I get it Its money ova Yeah, you its money ova bitches Know go get my
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{Lil Shut the fuck up, I dont need ya'll niggas.......... p