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She say she mad at me
Until she seen me in a magazine
Now she wanna message me
Askin' me questions like it's Jeopardy

She say she mad at me
Until she seen me in a magazine
Now she wanna message me
Askin' me questions like it's Jeopardy
Money power respect come separately
My paper long like CVS receipts
I won't let it get the best of me
I got the sauce the secret recipe

Yea
We count money everyday just call us bank men
Everywhere we go they acting like we famous
Please don't think we out here moving brainless
We just tryna kick it smoke not on the lame shit
Can't do business if you movin' lazy
Wanna feature my nigga you gotta pay me
In the studio smokin I'm getting faded
Smokin' za with moonrock and it feels amazing
Now people know me and this shit is kinda crazy
Women DMing and beggin' to have my baby
Lately my life has been entertaining
Just up the price on these niggas but can you blame me
Fuck you saying
You don't get money you playin'
You ain't bout that life lil bitch if so take a shot quit waitin
Quit fakin
When you get money you hated
Count it up stack up ouu shit now look at all their faces

She say she mad at me
Until she seen me in a magazine
Now she wanna message me
Askin' me questions like it's Jeopardy
Money power respect come separately
My paper long like CVS receipts
I won't let it get the best of me
I got the sauce the secret recipe

She say she mad at me
Until she seen me in a magazine
Now she wanna message me
Askin' me questions like it's Jeopardy
Money power respect come separately
My paper long like CVS receipts
I won't let it get the best of me
I got the sauce the secret recipe



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Writer(s): Marcus Watts
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