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Holden

Holden is a French pop duo that began recording in 1997. The band members are Armelle Pioline (vocals) and Dominique Dépret (aka Mocke, guitar), with help from Pierre-Jean Grapin (drums), Evan Evans (keyboard) and Richard Cousin (bass). more »

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Bitch, where all the money at
I've been making ten every week
Said she was an animal, leech
this lifestyle ain't cheap , I done spent a hundred, I been on the street

Hatties ain't at the bank on vacation, they out paying fees
I can break rules cause I can pay fees
Shit, I done been ready for this, this money ain't nothing new
I hit the bank, drop deposit , I promise the hundreds is always blue

Give me precious, got a lot in my belly, can't always go drop the roof
Where the f*ck all the money at? I'm countin racks
Wait, take a look on my wrist, all these diamonds be flashing
Wait, I been going crazy, I'm out here spazzing

I be carrying money, I know that it's facts
I keep on balling, I know that I'm back
Back against the wall, bitches want the ball casamigo fall? Can't trust a bitch, know how to ball

Painting , I think this is it, she bad, fabulous
Fly across the country, I been getting rich, as a bitch
All the racks, can't even keep count of them
All the pussies, I can't even count on them

Ain't no loving this shit, you can't count on them
All this cash in my hands ain't no stopping me
What? Just hit the lottery

I get a cold rush, all the way down my spine

Some of y'all  I can't trust, everybody on my side
We been up all night, dodging  them lights
Something don't feel too right, going up, ain't that right
Get the f*ck out my sight, I only feel too nice

Little bitch, I told you twice
Get the f*ck out my life, going up with my knife
F*ck around, lose your life, f*ck around, lose your life
I been glowing up with my life

Just hit the lottery, play with my dick like it's pottery
Draining the f*ck shit out of me, yeah
Mama been proud of me, yeah
Keep it on track, count up these racks

Can't go back, we gone too far
Look at this lore , on my lord
You a little warm, f*ck on the floor
F*ck in the door, f*ck on the floor

F*ck on the door, f*ck on the floor
F*ck on the floor, think I don't want it
Kick out the door, give me some more
I got some more, I got some dope

Stay in my mood, staying alone
You're not my hoe, f*ck in my bro
Act like I don't know, probably know
I fucked it up, first of the month

Second to what, second to none
I count it up, I run it up
I f*ck it up, check in a month
Check in a month, check in a month

Check in a month, running them numbers up
Im bouta drop this tape
Everybody been so goddamn late
Look at the looks on they face

F*ck all y'all, y'all some J's
F*ck all y'all, y'all some J's

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