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[Verse 1]
All this ice make my neck itch
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a **** flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So, baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message, so quit playin' with a young
[Verse 2]
Like, uh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like oh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
[Verse 3]
Ass like what? Fuck it up
You like Patrón mixed with Henny in your cup
You stay out, workin' 9 to 5, not enough
So you turn up 2 a.m. in the club
Cash like what? Fuck it up
All these ones on the floor mixed with dubs
You say you lookin' for a baller, not a scrub
Whoever throw the most money showin' love
[Verse 4]
So let a young **** come and handle it
Booty so big, can't keep my hands off it
Up and down the pole, got me fan of sin
In the back of the coupe, let me play with it
All up on the stage, but you start with your top
Girl, I ain't leavin' till them panties drop
All this money everyone got you diggin' a lot
'Cause you livin' la vida loca
[Verse 5]
All this ice make my neck itch
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a **** flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So, baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message, so quit playin' with a young
[Verse 6]
Like, uh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like oh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
[Verse 7]
Hope this money all enough for you
Instead of throwin' ones, I throw these dubs on you
All these **** in the club wanna love on you
Only cash on your ass when they touch on you
Blow a bag, pop a bottle, then we on our way
All this drink on me I ain't tryna waste
You wanna leave with a ****, I see it in your face
Quit playin' with a ****, come and run the play
[Verse 8]
Let a young **** come and handle it
Booty so big, can't keep my hands off it
Up and down the pole, got me fan of sin
In the back of the coupe, let me play with it
All up on the stage, but you start with your top
Girl, I ain't leavin' till them panties drop
All this money everyone got you diggin' a lot
'Cause you livin' la vida loca
[Verse 9]
All this ice make my neck itch
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a **** flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So, baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message, so quit playin' with a young
[Verse 10]
Like, uh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like oh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
Written by: Terrance Shawn Kelley
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