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[Chorus]
My money right, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty fuckin', wassup girl? that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom
Money to blow, I'm living off tour
Boatload of cash, bitch I'm overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
Cuppin' the accounts and they all want a pour
Real talk, I don't speak, even if it's “hi hater”
I'm on top and nothing like the elevator
All these bitches say I'm fly and I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in your circle cause I don't fuck around
I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it, Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the fuck you gon do
Good, good, good
I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah, and ain't nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now
So bang bang pow pow and everybody say
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I go so hard they call me go so hard
You ain't a king, you a joker card
Fuckin' up the Church money like a alter boy
I got them yellow zannies, that's them Tonka toys
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my mom and ‘em
These hoes are all alike, they put the ho in homonym
I think all these niggas sound like me, that's a compliment
I told a midget bitch, I do it big, hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and ‘em, no b-ball, we stop and pop
No b-ball we got shit locked, swagga ill, wassup doc
Make that pussy pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep, that bitch look like a mail truck
Ya pussy keep ya tail tucked, real niggas in this bitch
Get that pussy wet, fuck her than I jet, Kenny Smith
T-pain voice: all I do is win and shit
Young Money in ya mothafukin' face, blemishes
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