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take you inside the bank via live link
Let's listen in
Hands up
Everybody freeze
Open the safe pour the money please
Need to race home
Gotta count

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I kno my old bitch is mad at me 
Fuckin wit me you don’t have to pay 
When you lit everyday Saturday 
Play wit da money like patty cake 
Huh huh huh

isn't your cup of tea
I'll jump on the scene
Makin' your hips hop
To get up in your spleen
Filtered by this rhyme
Genius in my time
You can't spell genius

old, you know

She gon get me lit, ayy, ayy
She just spent an hour on this dick, ayy, ayy
Posin' for a pic, ayy, ayy
We be makin' porn in the crib,

through the money on a paper chase
Third lane makin plays on the interstate
Dreamin bout this kitty that we finna make
By any means ima make a way
We gon

nigga turn the fuck up

It's a TNT summer that mean "True Niggas Thrivin'"
We gon get it jumpin', give a fuck what i'm drivin'
Houston on that lit shit

then I'ma clean 'em

Sippin' wocky, I hope I don't crash out
Spot a opp in the spot, I'ma back out
If I come in, I'm bringin' the MAC out
Gripped

Tired of dealin' with shit that I don't wanna deal with, I'm tired of dealin' with me
Tired that I'm makin' all of this money and feelin' like none

This is for you hoes that always playin' Thought of this a lot and it's The reason that
I stay in Showed a different version of this love and
now I

Bad boys on your block
screamin loud
Bad boys on your block
Makin guap
Bad bitches by my side
Dont fuck with thot
Bad boys can't go back
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Bad

gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like

Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

Ain't no fuckin order too big 

And makin crack like this is the song 

You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long 

Never cook yo

on my wave
I didn't show no mercy then
I wanted the money
I wasn't concerned with them
Heartbreaking Danny a nigga was hurtin them
Right now I'm real lit

on 'em, I'm makin' a scene
Then I'm makin' 'em scream
Straight from the bricks, I need a lick
I dreamed about it since I was a jit
Nigga, I'm lit, I

flipped

A 90's baby but, fuck with the 80's

By 30, I'm finna' be richer than JAY-Z

Rap God, Slim Shady

Got fans like the Navy

Need Young Money, Cash

when you makin' your money
When times get hard, that shit can drive you real crazy
Everybody have they moments when they start to get lazy
So remember

We got shooters that's gon' pull up and X your block (blaow)
Woof, woof, woof, woof (yeah)
Makin' money like a nigga don't need the drop
One eye

could say it all nonsense
I say money's not object
Fill up my life with projects
Fill up my wallet and I flex
By giving back to the real ones
Who been

Aight bet they got topboy back on that shit
Go check citizens app we makin it lit
Why them opp niggas be suckin our dick

That nigga from jersey he

got in me, took a little sippy now I'm lit (fuck 'em)
Amiri the jeans, lookin' clean, I'm the shit
They lookin' all over my body, ooh, ooh, ooh

mad-

Mothafuckas mad-

I'm this asian

I'm exotic

I'm smokin' exotic

I'm asian

I'm exotic

Yeah, I'm smokin' that zaza

She makin' money with me, so

there's no way to get around it
Been having dreams where I turn into beasts that lead chiefs up in fleets
To get C notes by the layers, true fuckin playesr

how to ball
I been hitting’ dingers with the cash
No baseball
I been makin’ money by the lonely
Best believe I keep the
Thang right up on me
Gotta team

motherfuckers askin' for some money-mon-mon
Will, pick up the phone, I need you
Come back to me baby when I'm lit (When I'm lit)
I don't wanna talk to you unless