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Nigga Wit Money [x3] And I Love Dat Bitch
I Tell Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Me Rich Imma Wit Money And I Don't Love Dat
1:] Yea, Backpack Full Of Stacks All The Love Me Compare To These Rappers Im On A Diff'rent Budget
I Ain't Gotta Practice Never Gettin Rusty No I Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me
The Paper Bag Brown Wit Durty Money The Bank Acount Good Full Of Money
Fuck Chain Money, I Blow Ring I Bet That Motha Fucka See Tha Big Money
Magazine Money Do A On Me And You Can Turn Ya Back But Never Turn The On Me
Read The Attached We Got Ya Lil Homey We Need Bread Homey Or Das Ya Homey
Im Like A Corleone The Fucking Mob I Can Get You Whacked Or Ya Ass A Job
Weezy F. B. I Holla Coca Cola Caffine Free
Work On The Kitchen Where The Bags At
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Imma Nigga Wit Money And I Don't Love Dat
I Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Make Me Rich Imma Wit Money And I Don't Love Dat
2:] Stop Playing Wit Me Stop Wit Me Bitch Stop Playing Wit Me Stop Playing Wit Me
Imma Cash Money Stunna On My 14 Dick A Bitch Down N Take Erry Thang Er
Now Run To Tha Kitchen I Ain't I Ate Put 36 O's On My Plate
See My pop was Cookin Slabs My Mom Wuz Cookin Dinner See My Momma Iz A Cheif N My Wuz A Dealer
Grand Daddy Was A And My Auntie Is A Killer I Hope She Kno I Luv Her, Pray The Pigs Get Er
My Brother Still A Baby N My Uncle Raised Me Yaw Pray For His Wife Dat Cancer Shit Iz Crazy
My Daughters So Smart It Scares Me Her Mother Is An She's Always There For Me
And Me Im Wild I Think I Need Theropy B-'cause Im Goin After Dat Money No Matter It Be
I got
Work On The Kitchen Where The At [x3]
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Imma Nigga Wit [x3] And I Love Dat Bitch
I Tell Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Me Rich Nigga Wit Money And I Don't Love Dat