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Different colors, different bills Going up, yeah now she wanna chill (Wanna chill) Call my phone wanna go on a thrill Cuz she see triple S at the top of the hill (Triple s) With the gang Yeah we roll up exotic it stank (It stank) What you think? Do my thing Doing my thing, give a fuck a what you think (Give a fuck) (Uh, yeah) You wanna go I won't miss you I get the cash imma do it without you Hop in the whip, on my way to the bank I heard a sneeze I won't bless you I'm Going up counting my blessings How in the hell people think I be stressing? Going up shawty yeah that how it go Yeah we balling we scoring no we never miss Balling we scoring no we never miss Yeah the gang going up yeah we counting the riches (Woah) They keep on asking how I did it They Ain't got the sauce So they sit down and watch woah Got za in this wood we ain't match You can't sit down and watch but Ian gonna pass Double the cup and relax yeah I'm vibing Doubling up on the money I'm counting She saying I changed Not the one As the past years I'm a different nigga than last year I get to the bag and I flip and double it You get the bag fuck around then you fumble it Yeah I can tell you that bitch we ain't the same Do this for the money give a fuck About the fame (Yeah) (Do this shit for the money give a fuck about the fame, yeah) (Do this shit for the money give a fuck about the fame, yeah) (Do this shit for the money give a fuck about the fame, yeah) (Coming first place in the race You ain't got different colors you ain't in the game) Different colors, different bills Going up, yeah now she wanna chill(Wanna chill) Call my phone wanna go on a thrill Cuz she see triple S at the top of the hill(Yeah) With the gang Yeah we roll up exotic it stank (It stank) What you think? Do my thing Doing my thing, give a fuck a what You think(Give a fuck)(B) (Uh, yeah) You wanna go I won't miss you I get the cash imma do it without you Hop in the whip,on my way to the bank I heard a sneeze I won't bless you I'm Going up counting my blessings How in the hell people think I be stressing? Going up shawty yeah that's how it go Yeah we balling we scoring no we never miss (You wanna go I won't miss you I get the cash imma do it without you Hop in the whip, on my way to the bank I heard a sneeze I won't bless you I'm Going up counting my blessings How in the hell people think I be stressing? Going up shawty yeah that how it go Yeah we balking we scoring no we never miss...)
Writer(s): Marvin Michel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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