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Got so much money won't fit in my pocket It's pullin' me down gotta wear a belt
I'm one of a kind no I'm not from this planet got knocked off my course from an asteroid belt
I'm here in the city to show that I'm litty yeah I got the moves let me break it down
These **** below me so no they can't hold me I'm really the king just give me a crown
I came here from Mars was born with the bars I'm chasin' the bags so let's run it up
Charter stay blasting, filled it with ass I turned off the lights that's a party bus
Shawty ain't pass she didn't go to class What sat on her shoulders was dumb as fuck
But she had an ass so I had to pass it Extra credit helped her out enough
If you fuck with me, I'll have you leakin' shotgun at close range that's a tummy tuck
Or let your face hit me, I swear that my hands are so fast make you think I'm an octopus
shit gettin' heavy, weighin' me down hunnid racks in a bag that's a honey bun
Shit comin' steady, money and women I swear that I love it I'll never run
It's gettin' lit, no time to stop, I'm on the move, I run the spot
She wanna dance, she know that I'm smooth, I'm lookin' like Chris Brown with the moves
**** be callin' me while I'm rollin' up just to see what the fuck is up,
Bitches be blowin' me til the sun is up And I still never hit em up
It's gettin' lit, no time to stop, I'm on the move, I run the spot
She wanna dance, she know that I'm smooth, I'm lookin' like Chris Brown with the moves
**** be callin' me while I'm rollin' up just to see what the fuck is up,
Bitches be blowin' me til the sun is up And I still never hit em up
If it ain't bout no money, I let that bitch ring don't be callin' my phone ain't gon' pick it up
I'm a motherfuckin' star and I ain't gon' repeat it I keep me a bad bitch I live it up
Got me a bitch like to fuck in a Bentley truck, sippin' on shit I can't sip out a sippy cup
I'm a big dog I can't hang around no fuckin' pup callin' me small but I'm really bout big as fuck
These bitches be blowin' me, **** be knowin' me, big **** know not to fuck with me, keep the strap on my hip, I do my lil' dip, she throwin' it back, shawty fuck with me
call up her **** to say that it's over her biggest mistake because I do not want her
They do what they can, bitch, I do what I wanna I'm stackin' this paper ain't with all that drama
My money get long that shit come with a comma, I built me an army they all are some gunnas
We bringin' the heat think I'm runnin' a sauna, I do not miss bitch I hit every target
He call on his wife put that bitch on the market, don't fuck in my bed hit that bitch on the carpet,
Got Tina, Sabrina, chantay, and then Charlotte, it's Nicki, Shabria, and that other hoe Margaret
It's gettin' lit, no time to stop, I'm on the move, I run the spot
She wanna dance, she know that I'm smooth, I'm lookin' like Chris Brown with the moves
**** be callin' me while I'm rollin' up just to see what the fuck is up,
Bitches be blowin' me til the sun is up And I still never hit em up
It's gettin' lit, no time to stop, I'm on the move, I run the spot
She wanna dance, she know that I'm smooth, I'm lookin' like Chris Brown with the moves
**** be callin' me while I'm rollin' up just to see what the fuck is up,
Bitches be blowin' me til the sun is up And I still never hit em up
Written by: Kalin Rowe
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