Yes Sir! We getting money man Yes Sir! Get up Bitch (Shut the fuck up!) [Chorus] Foreign cars, that's every day A million off a tour, that's every day A hundred broads, that's every day Getting this money living large, in every way (Smoking dope) that's every day (Run through your door) that's every day (Ppulling hoes) that's every day (Get money more) that's every day (Smoking dope) that's errday (Run through your door) that's erry day (Pulling hoes) that's every day (Get money more) that's every day Rapping ass nigga There go Wiz, he a rapping ass nigga I'm in a Benz getting brain from a centrepiece Before you can mention my name you need ten at least I know they hate cause of the paper that a nigga see Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies, yeah Made men bunch of made ass niggas When you paid then you with some paid ass niggas I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one Left my old bitch at home got a new one Said that I quit drinking but I'm back at it I said that I quit drinking but im back at it Your bitch leaving with us nigga that's tragic The roof go in the trunk, that's magic She rolling weed and she don't even smoke Come to your job and make it flood bet you gon' need a boat [Chorus] (Lets do it) I'm 20 years in and I still win Hanging with the Taylors drinking gin and I'm dancing Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, Monday I ride Benz Any chick and all of her friends you know I'm tossing Money spent (you know it), little money folded (you know it) You got one crib (you know it), Juicy got 4 (you know it) Only clubs that I like gotta have poles (you know it) Only fuck with model chick, but I play with hoes (you know it) My mansion sitting on forty acres, who the neighbours? Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper (let's get it) And I still mob through the hood I don't need no waivers (yes sir) Cause if you niggas getting wrong, I'ma see you later (Blowww) [Chorus]
Written by: Cameron Thomaz
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