Aunt Patty

Nicknack, paddywhack
Good thing my daddy black
I done seen a lot of money, you couldn't handle that
Used to dig inside the sofa, I ain't know how to act
Now my pocket's full of money, since I just off the pack
I just want a lot of cheese, but can't take to a rat
Dawg brought out the platinum fi, he brought the shotty back

Okie-doks and flip-flops, the streets'll handle that
All this money on the street, how you think to look at me
First time seeing a hundred G's, I thought that shit looked good on me
Now I'm out here chasing guap, it's not the goal but it's the means
I don't want no bitch that ain't got a car but still want to mink
I know my type of life be attracting bitches that like it pink
Know my type of life be attracting niggas that's after me
I know some niggas that keep it thirty they pull up from the three
They pull up from the three
Know some niggas that keep it thirty, they pull up from the three

Nicknack, paddywhack
Good thing my daddy black
I done seen a lot of money, you couldn't handle that
Used to dig inside the sofa, I ain't know how to act
Now my pocket's full of money, since I just off the pack
I just want a lot of cheese, but can't take to a rat
Dawg brought out the platinum fi, he brought the shotty back



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