作曲:Yo Gotti
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She wore your god and then you know how I do
Em town till the cheek
I'm tryna bring that ** all over the hall
Real what it do
What's popping ** you see me
White on white and say a ** cameratic top
Cherry red gt on the mail d o's ** twenty two
White on white cayenne
I'm a mercedes benz swerving riding round serving
Hundred fifty g's cash
Tryna get them birds in rims
Doing the whirlwind hood the hood shining
You up the street round the corner coast to coast
Grinding cash money millionaire north memphis
If it ain't about money then that ** irrelevant
Why you acting hesitant you know I got that medicine
Popping paints of purple blowing
Drawski for the hell of it
Glock forty heroinson ** tried to play the king
Murder about them dead presidents
And that's on everything
Thirty six o's sixteen ounces
That ** money over here plus the check
Getting this money getting getting this money
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Pound for the thirty five brick for a dub
Verse for the fire flat ** that's love
Got lean for the three pint
X for the self
Whatever they bad ** that what I'm selling
Yeah I be at what they looking for
Keep what they looking for
D boy come see me for it
I'm low
I gotta get it sleep tell 'em what's up I'm in my best
Over the store with a measuring cup
Uh huh whip it real hard
Something like ross you ** with a boss
** it with a coast with them promise how we talk
Why you think they call it cash fills sound cash money
But no that was not my lastdeal
Nah eighteen five they still say I charge too much
My whip game sick
No not a car truck
I know some magic tricks
Like what don't get me started girl
I got to get an extra grammar spirits pirates
Hard enough
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