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Fuck
All these niggas got motion (motion)
All these niggas got paper (uh)
All these niggas got ties (ties)
But all these niggas need favors
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Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
All these niggas got trained (trained)
All these niggas be faded (faded)
All these niggas got killed
But all these niggas need favors
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
They'll give me some bread for a pop-up
'Cause they know if they do, it's a bookie (okay)
They love to take care of the business and hunnies
Then turn around and ask for some pussy (fuck!)
Niggas always got something to prove
'Cause these niggas ain't having no pool
Fuck all these niggas who ain't buying bottles (fuck all these niggas)
Where them niggas that said that they would
I'm married to money
I'm waking up drumming and jumping
We stunt like a partnership
You told me you're rich when you kept on just liking my pics
Bitch you stay at your pot in the crib
And you be hanging with bitches who hate on my body
But want who my doctor is
I know a nigga who pay for a bitch BBL that ran off on a dot
The bill on God
All these niggas got motion (motion)
All these niggas got paper (uh)
All these niggas got ties (ties)
But all these niggas need favors
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
All these niggas got trained (trained)
All these niggas be faded (faded)
All these niggas got killed
But all these niggas need favors
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Fuck
All these niggas got motion (motion)
All these niggas got paper (uh)
All these niggas got ties (ties)
But all these niggas need favors
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
All these niggas got trained (trained)
All these niggas be faded (faded)
All these niggas got killed
But all these niggas need favors
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
They'll give me some bread for a pop-up
'Cause they know if they do, it's a bookie (okay)
They love to take care of the business and hunnies
Then turn around and ask for some pussy (fuck!)
Niggas always got something to prove
'Cause these niggas ain't having no pool
Fuck all these niggas who ain't buying bottles (fuck all these niggas)
Where them niggas that said that they would
I'm married to money
I'm waking up drumming and jumping
We stunt like a partnership
You told me you're rich when you kept on just liking my pics
Bitch you stay at your pot in the crib
And you be hanging with bitches who hate on my body
But want who my doctor is
I know a nigga who pay for a bitch BBL that ran off on a dot
The bill on God
All these niggas got motion (motion)
All these niggas got paper (uh)
All these niggas got ties (ties)
But all these niggas need favors
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
All these niggas got trained (trained)
All these niggas be faded (faded)
All these niggas got killed
But all these niggas need favors
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
Nuh uh
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Writer(s): Erica Banks
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