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(Lola Monroe)
This beat is fucking
(Chevy)
Turn the up a little bit more.
Cool.

(Chevy)
All these bitches they it
All these they hate it
They be to their stomachs
Look at the look on faces
Me and my just ballin
We make from nothin'
just fucking the money she sayin' "baby, I'm cumming"
(Lola Monroe)
All these niggas love it
All these they hate it
Look at the look on faces
Me and my just ballin
We make somethin' from
I ride this hustle so good the money stop comin'
(Chevy)
that new hella sick
you talk when you pitch
only had time for that combo for niggas scoring bricks
no I ain't at all
ask them cuz they know it
my niggas empty clips then fill em up that's reloadin
I got a thing for money, fast cars and that dope
I was acting the fool, I was 20s or so
like anything for a dolla, but I was cool with
you gotta fight for hustle
would you do for the belt?
Even them is (?)
blow a kiss from that
couple hot magazines so you can come get issue
all of them a show
and all you heard was a
really stripes over here cuz all my niggas official

(Lola Monroe)
Ok, oh shit, Chevy they gon' me grab a machete
Whole clique ready, bitch better go down confetti
I push harder than pussies giving I say
now dry ass bitiches sending thirst my way
got the whole city on my
my drive ain't never chauffered
can no mothafuckas tell me where to go, to stay, what to do, how to play (?)
and no opposing my
I be your hoes
how you fucking (?)
until you grind like me and it in the struggles
the fuck up our lions in to miss the jungles
I'm closing so you can throw the towels in
Versa chi linens my style been down