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Richer the richest
More money,
Yeah, coming to you from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas
So what do you do, lady? One hundred

I am on a 24-hour diet
Spillin' I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
I'm just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly shit

I am what everybody in my past don't me to be
Guess I made it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I just want you to see
take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin' on me
Don't around and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on E

I, I, I, I'm on my shit, Goofy flow
On records, I'm Captain Hook, and my new car is
Damn, where my roof just go, I'm somebody you should know
Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what produced it for

Yes I make mistakes that I don't make excuses for
Like leavin' that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof go?
Top slipped off like at the Super Bowl
I got em

can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got to blow
I'm it in, letting these bills fall
All over your

I got to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
(Cash millionaire, yo, yo)
Got money to

Richer than the
We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash business
Higher the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and get served

We smoked out no roof on it
Them passin', so we smash 'em
Ballin' out, we keep the on deck
and the Bentleys on the V Set

Louie lens iced up the black diamonds
Car of the year, Ferrari, the new
No lie, I'm than I ever been
Born rich, born uptown, to win

loaded, automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights with my in
hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up
Can't me, more money, burn 'em up

They can't help it, and I blame 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm it in
Letting these bills fall all your skin

I got money to oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh

When I get paid every 24 hours, and the power
to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don't to worry because everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Jane's flowers

kush, I promise that's my doobie
We don't smoke that Bush
And I'm with two women, make you take a look
We poppin' like champagne bottles, but we shook
And we goin' be alright if we put Drake on hook

They can't it, and I can't blame 'em
I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I'm it in
Letting these bills fall all your skin

I got to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Got money to