Money

Wen I walk in the club show me luv
I get daps I get kisses I get hugs
Shawty twerking and she bad dam Wasup
Got 1 homie that's a crip the rest is bloods
I'm so fresh I'm so clean and I'm icy
She said I smelled
So dam good wen she walked by me
She want fat boy her last man was tiny
I would hit but she ratchet poison ivy
These haters they watching me flex, get money I Fuck up a check
Don't like me but show me respect, u owe me so now u in debt
She told that she from the Jects ain't smash I jus got the neck
On gawd got shooters on deck, no sneak diss I coming direct

Vip bring them bottles to my section, oooh u firre and yo body that's perfection
Get yo Home girl she keep being extra
She knw my baby momma guess that's who she texting macho man
I'm a savage do no wrestling wat u need let me know
I got connections leave the club hit the Telly skip the questions
Bend it over throw it back no affection



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Writer(s): Byron Waters
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