in my blunt
That bitch she talk too much
I wanna get my funds
She said she love money
I love money so what's up
If that boy don't talk bout money
Please shut the fuck up
I just fucked your bitch
And put your whole gang in my blunt
I don't know your name boy
So don't ask me for shit
Yea I get money everyday
Pick up the phone like who is this
Balenciaga on my jacket
And Margiela on my kicks
Yo bitch tell you that she love you
But last night she ate my kids
I cant trust nobody I cant trust a soul
That's another body dropping to the floor
And if that boy go missing then nobody know
Yea I love my mama so I had to go and get it
Yo bitch looking bad so I had to go and hit it
I'm a risk taker
That's yo bitch I take her
She said that she love me but I told her see you later
Sorry bout that bitch
I ain't sorry bout that hoe
Yea I'm getting really rich
Yea I'm focused on my dough
If that boy don't talk bout money
Please shut the fuck up
I just fucked your bitch
And put your whole gang in my blunt
I don't know your name boy
So don't ask me for shit
Yea I get money everyday
Pick up the phone like who is this
Balenciaga on my jacket
And Margiela on my kicks
Yo bitch tell you that she love you
But last night she ate my
I wanna get my funds
She said she love money
I love money so what's up
If that boy don't talk bout money
Please shut the fuck up
I just fucked your bitch
And put your whole gang in my blunt
I don't know your name boy
So don't ask me for shit
Yea I get money everyday
Pick up the phone like who is this
Balenciaga on my jacket
And Margiela on my kicks
Yo bitch tell you that she love you
But last night she ate my kids
I cant trust nobody I cant trust a soul
That's another body dropping to the floor
And if that boy go missing then nobody know
Yea I love my mama so I had to go and get it
Yo bitch looking bad so I had to go and hit it
I'm a risk taker
That's yo bitch I take her
She said that she love me but I told her see you later
Sorry bout that bitch
I ain't sorry bout that hoe
Yea I'm getting really rich
Yea I'm focused on my dough
If that boy don't talk bout money
Please shut the fuck up
I just fucked your bitch
And put your whole gang in my blunt
I don't know your name boy
So don't ask me for shit
Yea I get money everyday
Pick up the phone like who is this
Balenciaga on my jacket
And Margiela on my kicks
Yo bitch tell you that she love you
But last night she ate my
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