Fuck It
Mr.Money
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Lately I just been doing me I don't really care how anybody else feel So f*ck it Ha Threw the money in the air like, f*ck it I get it back and imma double it I don’t need no stylist I be like, f*ck it We in a race but I already won it Walk with the stick like, f*ck it She wanna bag said, f*ck it Heard that bitch go around, f*ck it We only live once so, f*ck it Threw the money in the air like, f*ck it I get it back and imma double it I don’t need no stylist I be like, f*ck it We in a race but I already won it Walk with the stick like, f*ck it She wanna bag said, f*ck it Heard that bitch go around, f*ck it We only live once so, f*ck it They say who is the hottest they tagging me under Got bitches all on me, your sister, your mother I don’t got a type so they all different colors She talk about marriage I turn to a punter (I kicked her) Now my feet up in a Maybach Keep posting that shit boy imma take that Now they see that I’m up them niggas gone hate that You ain’t do it yourself lil nigga I made that But I’m sitting back and I’m counting my cheddar I bought the Barretta cost more than my sweater Your bitch keep on talking so I had to dead her Knew it from the start as soon as I met her I’m sippin this shit got it numbing my pain They took away Ron this shit ain’t been the same They think you a joke if you don’t have a chain Shout out to the pharmacy keeping me sane Threw the money in the air like, f*ck it I get it back and imma double it I don’t need no stylist I be like, f*ck it We in a race but I already won it Walk with the stick like, f*ck it She wanna bag said, f*ck it Heard that bitch go around, f*ck it We only live once so, f*ck it Threw the money in the air like, f*ck it I get it back and imma double it I don’t need no stylist I be like, f*ck it We in a race but I already won it Walk with the stick like, f*ck it She wanna bag said, f*ck it Heard that bitch go around, f*ck it We only live once so, f*ck it Aye let me get it They say that they trappin’ they still serving zips I got out her crib left kids on her lips I get the money but stay out the mix Kicks got C’s like I walk with a crip Like I walk with a faucet I stay with the drip Heard he talk to the feds then we taking a trip I got thirty-three shots hanging off of my hip You dm’ed that bitch stop saying you love her Can’t go raw imma come up Usher Stay with the Glock but I’m not undercover Went through a pound imma need me another Bitch I’m the last of a dying breed I found out the truth so please do not lie to me I’ll have your bitch in my room tryna ride me Then I’m wiping your nose we doing him slimey Threw the money in the air like, f*ck it I get it back and imma double it I don’t need no stylist I be like, f*ck it We in a race but I already won it Walk with the stick like, f*ck it She wanna bag said, f*ck it Heard that bitch go around, f*ck it We only live once so, f*ck it Threw the money in the air like, f*ck it I get it back and imma double it I don’t need no stylist I be like, f*ck it We in a race but I already won it Walk with the stick like, f*ck it She wanna bag said, f*ck it Heard that bitch go around, f*ck it We only live once so, f*ck it So at this point I just be like, f*ck it I don't care what anybody gotta say At the end of the day just do you That's gonna make you, you at the end of the day Not nobody else Yeah
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