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Camp! K
Lately, I've gettin' money
(Big Fruit)

Lately, I've been money
I can't help how you
you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
Lately, been gettin' money
I can't how you feel

Lately, I've been a whole, a whole lot of money
My haters been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing
I can't help that I'm hot, I'm so so blessed
You have fun wit' robbers I'm so, so fresh
Everything I touch gold
winner
Lately, its mansion pussy might dig her
You no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man?
gone tell you Boosie badazz
Doubted my freedom, now I'm eatin', got whiplash
7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so
I can't help how you
'Cause you how you feel
I'm just gon' do me and to be too real
6 hustles, how I'm bringin' in a new year
God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo hear (They mad)
Bout as cold as me, minors on knee's
Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! know

Lately, I've been gettin'
I can't how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit, 'em you real
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
Lately, I've gettin' money
I can't help how you

Queen of I'm gettin' cash
My own crib, my own car
Sittin' back, money bags
I'm in I, l-l-lone shark
checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' like da sound off,
that navigation, lead me to the like Onstar,
them trap niggas they me,
Them whack bitches bow to me
'Cause ain't none of hoes above me
I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke yo' bad
You afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit toe tag,
see me in the whip, deuces
go hang ya self nuisance,
we turnt up, we out
My straight, no juices
Sip Amaretto in a Porsche Carrera gettin' bread, I worked at Panera
roof, poof disappeara, I reappeara in a Panamera

Lately, I've been gettin'
I help how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit, tell 'em

You know me, I up straight up off fast money
Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin'
Six twelves, old schooled that bitch, sound a band don't it?
It sit up a man don't it, I spent them bands on it
We get hoes, we fuck, they gon' brag on it,
you can talk that can you walk that walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya
Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her song
Oh that nothin', you should see her with no pants on
I first night my girl, my don't last long
But it be so fun while it be and I last long
And she on my tattoos, while I blast on her
See that pussy, see dats da one to call

Lately, I've gettin' money
I help how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
Lately, I've been money
I help how you feel