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yea b-tch
taking dis b-tch out in my whip
taking dis b-tch riding out
i’m cashing out like i’m cash out
i’m copping pounds yea we heavy now
taking turns n’ we round up
grab yo sipping cup then just sit down
light the match then we spark it up
b-tches lighting blunts

all we see is that green light go
take a sip an’ we leaning out
watch yo self and clean yo self spiffy
these women their meat crispy now
season sh-t like we listening
i’m cooking up in dis kitchen now
mixing drinks i can’t say it’s explicit
now you seeing a difference
bet you notice these riches

i never flaunt it oh lord
i never asked for the gold
i sure as h-ll will receive it tho
i know i’m about what i flow
i never flaunt it oh lord x 3

yea b-tch
taking dis b-tch out in my whip
taking dis b-tch riding out
i’m cashing out like i’m cash out
i’m copping pounds yea we heavy now
taking turns n’ we round up
grab yo sipping cup then just sit down
light the match then we spark it up
b-tches lighting blunts

lemme let it little loose real quick
i pull up wit the moves real quick
i jump in that’s mode real quick
these culebras they don’t know real sh-t
they actin on the low think sl!ck
f-ck around wit a b-tch, later on an’ it cl!ck (gun c-cking), she only been bout this d-ck but the first few months real lit but sh-t
these hoes they don’t play
they tie around the waist (waist)
and they cooler cold that’s hot (that’s hot)
but it’s getting real old na na (na na)
i’m just letting y’all know my intentions are told
i’mma hop out an dip so i don’t fall flat, i be falling for it but d-mn i love traps
switch my style i be the new running back, but i throw it away just to be a quarter back

i never flaunt it oh lord
i never asked for the gold
i sure as h-ll did receive it tho
i know i’m about what i flow
give a quarter or dos they be asking for more
they be asking too much (woo)
give a quarter or dos i don’t feel no remorse
i ain’t feeling yo touch
give a quarter or dos sh-t get outta control
i ain’t leaving ticket so don’t watch (don’t watch)
i’mma leave and arrive at my next spot
leave a message on the beep hit delete f-ck a beep
godd-mn b-tch, they don’t understand sh-t, talking about seeing the message, you be stressing, asking all them questions

yea b-tch
taking dis b-tch out in my whip
taking dis b-tch riding out
i’m cashing out like i’m cash out
i’m copping pounds yea we heavy now
taking turns n’ we round up
grab yo sipping cup then just sit down
light the match then we spark it up
b-tches lighting blunts



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