[Hook:] Ran off that money, yeah yeah Ran off that diamonds, yeah yeah Fuckin' hoes on a Monday, yeah yeah Thursday, Friday and Sunday, yeah yeah I'm gon' keep getting money on this niggas just like yeah yeah I'm gon' keep fucking these nigga bitches just like yeah yea Gotta know the opposite of no always gon' be yeah yeah And I'm gon' never stop getting to the money boy, you know I swear swear
[Verse:] I just bought me a brand new rollie, I ball, I swear I ain't even walked in the club yet, and I already sold it out the bar I used to smoke nothing but swisher, now I roll my weed in a role Ass so fat ian have no condom boy had to hit that raw But you gotta know a nigga like me pull it out and I went straight for the mouth I just want her [?] If I leave that pussy red like a little tomato Hide right under the bed, cause her daddy crazy I rap the 5 like a motherfuckin' nickle baby Ay look, extra money is just grip statement Tomorrow not promise I gotta die anyway I done made a whole lotta money I done seen a whole lotta people I had to stack a onion My foreign cars are real Pull up in that 458 Spider That every nigga gon' hate Because he know he wanna be us (For real) I want to touch She want to left I want to fuck She just neglect I want to love her I want to wife her I want to walk her down that aisle Your daddy gave me permission Your momma wouldn't wanna listen Your brother can't stand my guts Your sister she love my people She don't know that her friends so freaky She don't know that they really love her She might as well fuck with me, instead of a chicken nugget I got chicken tender for you Ay, where that ratchet babes We could fuck up the mall Girl let's ball like a cancer patient Hate when a nigga be lying, boy you talking and they acuvate me Her best friend play baseball in the outfit they way she catch it They treat me like I be meditating Ice Box put me on and told me a lot of these jewels are faking I know that your rollie fake Look at your wrist that shit outdated Once watch busters catch it You can't hide us that no secret Might as well give that shit away ain't no point in tryna keep it I love my nigga bleeding That dog food I feed it To my soldier, to my young nigga I told you, get to clapping shit I don't know ya Ian dapping ya if ion know ya
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