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Ooh in the
I see a f-cken
Got your momma
Ohh look in the
I see a f-cken
Got your momma
For me, like I'm
at my skin
All scars
Bitch I I'm pac
Gold and bow (ahhh)
Lambo, sag
purple tags
Show my face for
I'm a a mask
For the love of money, never love again
When you start to get it, you'll understand
I'm my balls
Lettin them I'm the man
The I get (the realer I get)
The better shakin' my hand
man
Sick of these
Playas my slang
Beast mode, K
In the (muthaf-cken)
Brought my shack just in
In the if you pop off
See it's there, baby yo top off
Man you niggas, man you
Fuck yo
I keep my girl Louis Vuitton with some
Damn they real, them all
an auto-fraud
Almost one, they told me 60 thou
I my cash, spend it round town like Taz
king, young CEO, my nigga Jazz
Bitch rainin, duffel bag
It's opportune, let's it fast
You let it drip a little
Then I'm a make it
Box it in a bag
I be hungry, man
Man, I'm a f-cken
Look on my f-cken chest
Startin' to smell like money in this
Guess you it's Young Money in this bitch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this

[Gudda
I'm on fire
Young Money
Let the tool off for my nigga Tyga
em hell with the written spittin hot sauce
Treat your head like a purse, get knocked off
The I take the top off
Woof, bitch, top dog
Lay yo girl face on my lap, let her with my sack
Then the bitch get jaw
We on top toupes
Hat to the back, with 2
Weezy out in 2
Money (Thursday)
We to act up
Money I'm a up
Crack my safe burn 100 stacks, and I'm a crack up
I'm like a Mack truck
Gun make a nigga back up
Stacks on
Hit a on the neck
And the bitch nigga don't get up
Young times 2, that the name, hoe
Got a pot of gold like the end of the
You ain't a ballin' nigga what the fuck you for
Oh you here with yo hoe
I'm with that same hoe

Startin' to smell like money in bitch
Guess you know Young Money in this bitch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this
Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch