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This water on me got my froze
with the suicide doors
And I love all of my (I love 'em)
Yeah, I all of my hoes, ayy
She cookin' breakfast no clothes
I'm like a pimp, that's for sure
I spend it and go get some
Yeah, I spend it and go get some
Bitch better have my money, bitch better have my
better have my money
In foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London
I spend it and go get some
Yeah, I spend it and go get more

Spent some money, beat another case
Riding down eleven Scarface
6.000 tuxedo
These bitches just love a lingo
bitty nigga with a real big ego
Three bank with a whole lot of zeros
nigga I'm Michael, you Tito
I dress like I been kilos
I put my bitch in a Benz
so she can flex on her friends
I used to dope out my mama's house
Then had all the money at grandma's
I go on Rodeo, fuck up a
blunts and eating percocets
Still them niggas I came up with
I can never trust a bitch
and multiplication
We runnin' money up daily
Smashing sensations
For bullshit I got no
I jump out, I out, I jump out
The back of the rockin' all this ice
I want it, I it, I want it
I get it, I don't give a fuck the price

on my neck got me froze
Coupe got the suicide doors,
Ain't these hoes, yeah
No I ain't savin' these
She cookin' breakfast with no clothes,
I'm somethin' like a pimp, for sure, yeah
Spend it and go get some more,
Spend it and go get more
better have my money, bitch better have my money
Bitch have my money
In somethin' foreign 200, I might go shopping in London
I spend it and go get more
Yeah, I spend it and go get some

rap shit too easy, my left wrist too freezy
She butt naked in the cookin' breakfast, eggs over easy
I'm the but I don't play for Cleveland
I'm just like the weed man
he got the hundred keys in
So strong, breathe in
better have my guala
Looking like I sell (scurr)
like I hit the lotto (pow)
And the devil still wears Prada, Gucci
over hoes my motto
How you bad but you swallow
If I front you my
Then you have my dollars, Gucci
Scratch front I'm Pimp C
Big hustle Nipsey
Benz, my crip B
12 on Forgis
And your wife she
Better get a divorce
I to buy charges not forcement
She she had an abortion

Water on my got me froze
Coupe got the suicide doors,
Ain't these hoes, yeah
No I ain't savin' hoes
She cookin' breakfast with no clothes,
I'm somethin' like a pimp, for sure, yeah
Spend it and go get more, yeah
Spend it and go get some
Bitch better have my money, better have my money
Bitch better have my
In foreign going 200, I might go shopping in London
I it and go get some more
Yeah, I it and go get some more

god for my mama not using a condom
Wear Dolce Gabannas like they are
deuce gadanas, I hang with the hunters
And runners and and killers, one hundred
year I buy a new vehicle
Throw the girl out a flea flicker
I don't even them cheap liquors
I got so high I to eat people
Jewelry on drippin' like a sea
so tall I don't see people
Weed so loud, can't secret
Y'all plottin', I been peepin'
Y'all talkin', I been thinkin'
I been growin', y'all shrinkin'
Big on my lil pinky
Too much sauce, I started leaking
I got more bars than
I got more than Reese's, uh uh
I got more than niggas
Put on god my nigga, uh uh
Ain't tryna starve my
tryna scar a nigga
I told Nah my nigga
If the godfather my
Make me Brett Favre a

This water on me got my froze
Coupe with the doors
And I all of my hoes
Yeah, I love all of my hoes, ayy (I 'em)
She breakfast with no clothes (ooh yeah)
I'm some' like a pimp, for sure (ooh yeah)
I it and go get some more
Yeah, I it and go get some more
Bitch better have my money, bitch better my money
Bitch better have my
In somethin' foreign going 200, I might go in London
I spend it and go get more
Yeah, I spend it and go get some