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Money counter sitting on the table
All these bandz on me i'm so grateful
This hoe so play so much she so playful
Im sippin drank and you know it got a label
Could you drive the whip baby i'm not able
I'm too high baby i'm not stable
Hit his arm now his arm need stables
Bitch you know i'm armed cause this shit could get fatal
Smoke to much weed i think my brain disabled
Pass me the syrup not the one that say maple
What the fuck you got on i know im so judgmental
I got the munchies everyday man i think i need dental
You ridin round in la with a $100 and a rental
Bad bitch wanna lay wanna talk sentimental
I got moncler on my tshirt so you know i feel special
I been flexin for some years man i think i need a metal
Ridin round wit dis fuckin pole yeah this metal
Remember in da hood on my bike used to pedal
Money counter sitting on the table
All these bandz on me i'm so grateful
This hoe so play so much she so playful
Im sippin drank and you know it got a label



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Writer(s): Donald Ruffin
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