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Yeah Mmh, yeah, mmh Yeah Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay (Yeah) Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Yeah, yeah, yeah Wonder how I feel? Yeah Well, huh, uh Lieutenant, yeah, yeah, yeah Lieutenant, yeah Lieutenant, yeah, yeah, yeah Lieutenant Lieutenant Hello? Yeah Ride in the car and it tinted (Tinted), yeah I got them bitches (Bitches), yeah I got them digits (Them digits), yeah Whole lotta money, it's with me, yeah Why is you trippin'? (Why is you trippin'?) Yeah I got this stinky (I got the stinky), yeah Smokin' on stinky (Smokin' on stinky) Fuckin' your bitch, I ain't got no feeling, yeah (Nah) Know that I'm winnin' (Know that I'm winnin'), yeah Know that I'm gettin' it (Know that I'm gettin' it), yeah Ride in the Benz (Ride in the Benz), yeah Give me a ticket (Give me a ticket), yeah Whole lotta money (Whole lotta money), yeah I'ma keep on gettin' it (I'ma keep on gettin' it), yeah Y'all keep hatin', actin like hoes, Cryin' like bitches (Cryin' like bitches), yeah Take your bitch, fuck your bitch, You can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back), yeah Count them stacks, whole lotta money, Bitch, I love big racks (I love big racks), yeah Abraham Lincoln, free all my dawgs, yeah, That's just real facts (That's just real facts), yeah Y'all niggas bitch niggas, Y'all be snitchin' on niggas and I hate that I don't starve, I eat (Yeah) I fuck hoes, they freak (Yes, I do) Smoke big gas, not cheap (Yeah) And my whip not cheap (Nah) Everything I do, bitch, I do it for me (Voila) I don't do it for them (No, I don't) Bitch I gotta eat (I gotta eat) Yeah, I gotta eat (Yeah, I gotta eat, yeah) Yeah, I gotta make it (Yeah, I gotta make it) Yeah, I'm not a hater (I'm not a hater) I'm not a hater, yeah Why they be hatin' 'cause they say that I what? Niggas sound crazy, man you sound like a fool I get this money, you know that I do (Yeah) Count these blues, now I'ma stay true (What?) True to my gang, I don't know 'bout you (Nah) Y'all niggas switch up, that ain't cool (Nah) I don't give a fuck, yeah, fuck you too (Yeah) Say fuck me, well fuck you too Know that it's up when I see you, yeah Know that you better believe it, yeah Nigga, I'm squeezin', I'm squeezin', yeah Is you gon' run when I'm squeezin'? Yeah Shoot back, nigga, I shoot back Nigga gon' shoot, yeah, nigga I do that I don't want the bullshit, yeah, Slime Nudy Fuck a lot of hoes, all these hoes I never grew back Yeah, yeah, that off top, yeah, she ain't nonstop Fuck your ho in my Gucci flip flops Kicked the bitch right up out the spot I got the top from your bitch thot Niggas be hatin' 'cause they really some opps Niggas be pussy, they callin' them cops I call them shooters, I get niggas robbed Yeah, yeah Know that I'm winnin' (Know that I'm winnin'), yeah Know that I'm gettin' it (Know that I'm gettin' it), yeah Ride in the Benz (Ride in the Benz), yeah Give me a ticket (Give me a ticket), yeah Whole lotta money (Whole lotta money), yeah I'ma keep on gettin' it (I'ma keep on gettin' it), yeah Y'all keep hatin', actin like hoes, Cryin' like bitches (Cryin' like bitches), yeah Take your bitch, fuck your bitch, You can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back), yeah Count them stacks, whole lotta money, Bitch, I love big racks (I love big racks), yeah Abraham Lincoln, free all my dawgs, yeah, That's just real facts (That's just real facts), yeah Y'all niggas bitch niggas, Y'all be snitchin' on niggas and I hate that Yeah
Writer(s): Quantavious Thomas, Sam Claassen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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