Fat
Run up a check, make that shit sprint
I only give fuck about the bucks not a bitch
Because I know bitches be doin' them dicks
My mind set on my way to get rich
Pockets get fat like Rasputia and shit
Pack smell like I got this shit out some piss
I cuffed the money like give me a kiss
I count up the money, can't count on no bitch
Fuck these hoes, I make 'em bend
I'm back on my shit again
Fuck a bitch, I get the bands
Spread it, make a money fan
Yea I'm cool on it, pop a pilly bitch I'm off a xan
And I'm smooth on it, Bino on her like a fuckin' tan
Order more hoes, I call them hoes, I send a caravan
Got the gang with me, throw a couple to my fuckin' mans
Hoes be hot & ready like they hopped up out the fuckin' pan
Now my jewels dance but I don't even really like to dance
Tell her sit down if she can't stand
Probably can't stand the kid, make these hoes sat
Now her friend just trynna hang like a coat rack
Yea I fuck the throat, make her throat sat
Want her hands off, bitch I want no hands
But I'm hands on, grip on the hoe head
I won't fuck unless you want you a broke bed
Now I'm off to the loot, stack the funds yea
Run up a check, make that shit sprint
I only give fuck about the bucks not a bitch
Because I know bitches be doin' them dicks
My mind set on my way to get rich
Pockets get fat like Rasputia and shit
Pack smell like I got this shit out some piss
I cuffed the money like give me a kiss
I count up the money, can't count on no bitch
Ok I just wanna fuck because I don't give a fuck
I only give a fuck about runnin' me some benjis up
I done had plenty hoes, had to give 'em plenty fuck
You gotta play yo role, I just want yo physical
Give me yo mental yea, put it on a visual
I mix my cup like I just hit it with some chemicals
These hoes see me, they like "aw yea he a edible"
Buy what I want, don't give no fuck about the decimals
Run up a check, make that shit sprint
I only give fuck about the bucks not a bitch
Because I know bitches be doin' them dicks
My mind set on my way to get rich
Pockets get fat like Rasputia and shit
Pack smell like I got this shit out some piss
I cuffed the money like give me a kiss
I count up the money, can't count on no bitch
I only give fuck about the bucks not a bitch
Because I know bitches be doin' them dicks
My mind set on my way to get rich
Pockets get fat like Rasputia and shit
Pack smell like I got this shit out some piss
I cuffed the money like give me a kiss
I count up the money, can't count on no bitch
Fuck these hoes, I make 'em bend
I'm back on my shit again
Fuck a bitch, I get the bands
Spread it, make a money fan
Yea I'm cool on it, pop a pilly bitch I'm off a xan
And I'm smooth on it, Bino on her like a fuckin' tan
Order more hoes, I call them hoes, I send a caravan
Got the gang with me, throw a couple to my fuckin' mans
Hoes be hot & ready like they hopped up out the fuckin' pan
Now my jewels dance but I don't even really like to dance
Tell her sit down if she can't stand
Probably can't stand the kid, make these hoes sat
Now her friend just trynna hang like a coat rack
Yea I fuck the throat, make her throat sat
Want her hands off, bitch I want no hands
But I'm hands on, grip on the hoe head
I won't fuck unless you want you a broke bed
Now I'm off to the loot, stack the funds yea
Run up a check, make that shit sprint
I only give fuck about the bucks not a bitch
Because I know bitches be doin' them dicks
My mind set on my way to get rich
Pockets get fat like Rasputia and shit
Pack smell like I got this shit out some piss
I cuffed the money like give me a kiss
I count up the money, can't count on no bitch
Ok I just wanna fuck because I don't give a fuck
I only give a fuck about runnin' me some benjis up
I done had plenty hoes, had to give 'em plenty fuck
You gotta play yo role, I just want yo physical
Give me yo mental yea, put it on a visual
I mix my cup like I just hit it with some chemicals
These hoes see me, they like "aw yea he a edible"
Buy what I want, don't give no fuck about the decimals
Run up a check, make that shit sprint
I only give fuck about the bucks not a bitch
Because I know bitches be doin' them dicks
My mind set on my way to get rich
Pockets get fat like Rasputia and shit
Pack smell like I got this shit out some piss
I cuffed the money like give me a kiss
I count up the money, can't count on no bitch
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Writer(s): Bally Money
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