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

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

Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a lot of money
My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of
I can't that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed
You fun wit' them robbers I'm so, so fresh
Everything I touch turn
I'mma
Lately, its playboy mansion pussy dig her
You don't no my everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man?
They gone tell you 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 feel how you
I'm just gon' do me and to be too real
6 different hustles, how I'm in a new year
God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo hear (They mad)
Bout as cold as me, minors on knee's
since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know

Lately, I've gettin' money
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, been gettin' money
I can't how you feel

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

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

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

Lately, been gettin' money
I can't 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 gettin'
I can't how you feel