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gwen carey 3 - money lyrics

look, my b+tch’s all bad, my f+ckers are real
i ride on his d+ck on some big tall heels
big fat checks, big large bills
front, i’ll flip like ten cartwheels
cold ass b+tch, i give broad chills
ten different looks and my looks all k!ll
i kiss him in the mouth, i feel all grills
he eat in car, that meals on wheels (woo)

i was born to flex (yes)
diamonds on my neck
i like boardin’ jets, i like morin’ s+x (woo)
but nothing in this world more then i like checks (money)
all i really want to see is the (money)
i don’t need the d, i need (money)
all a b+tch needs is (money flow)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out of roof
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
touch me, i’l shoot (bow)
shake a lil ass (money)
get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)
get a little cash (money)
shake it real fast and get a little more (money)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out of roof
i got bands in the coupe (brr)
bustin’ out of roof (cardi)

- gwen carey 3 lyrics

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