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I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Took my Rolex and chopped it and it in my Buggari I got your bitch on a Molly, she me like a Ducati If giving head had a college, she would be summa cum She treat my dick a pistol, I treat her face like a target I em "Bandz A Make Her Dance," I turned my head, that shit charted Black matte Aston Martin, my longest cost a Lambo ain't come with no key, I a button to start it
Thumbin' through so money, thumbin' through so much money, Thumbin' through so much money, that I need three hands to it Thumbin' through so much money, so, much money, Thumbin' through so much money that I need three to count it
Thumbin' through so money, thumbin' through so much money, Thumbin' through so much money, that I need hands to count it Thumbin' through so much money, so, much money, Thumbin' through so much money that I need hands to count it
Say Juicy J must magic, all these invisible sets I put kush in my lungs and seats in my jet I got a gold-plated toilet, my nigga, I'm as shit And I would carry a wallet but all my won't fit I drop the bag in Miami, and Ferragamo'd my A couple of bands for her heels, a couple of more for her Bitch I got money and shooters, don't me pay for the hit wipe your ass off the planet like you ain't never exist
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Thumbin' through so much money, thumbin' so much money, Thumbin' through so much money, that I need hands to count it Thumbin' through so money, so, s-so much money, Thumbin' through so much money I need three hands to count it
I'm countin' so much money, signs all I see I might go buy me a island and fly your to my D I got that old Chevy with crocodile on my seat And I still run with wolves, yeah bitch I'm a beast I spent the rack I knew it, and that was just on my feet This bitch is stupid as but on that Molly she geek She like "It's in May", I'm 'bout to roll up a wreath And I'm so cold on hoes but I still carry that heat
Thumbin' through so much money, thumbin' so much money, Thumbin' through so money, that I need three hands to count it Thumbin' through so money, so, s-so much money, through so much money that I need three hands to count it
Thumbin' through so much money, thumbin' so much money, Thumbin' so much money, that I need three hands to count it Thumbin' through so much money, so, s-so money, through so much money that I need three hands to count it