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I had to run up the digits Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties We handling business Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling And all of my n***as is with me Yeah we out here and we trying to get it All the real n***as f**k with me All the bad b*t*hes f**k with me I had to run up the digits Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties We handling business Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling And all of my n***as is with me Yeah we out here and we trying to get it All the real n***as f**k with me All the bad b*t*hes f**k with me Need them blue hundreds Got my b*t*h in the back and she thumbing through hundreds N***as ain't 100 If you real then n***a then don't say nothing It's easy to get money Hardest thing is to keep it coming Get off of your a** go out and go get it Im self made n***as owe me nothing Truth is n***a started with nothing Kept grinding got it out of the mud Remember when we ain't even have no buzz Now I get paid to walk in the club B*t*hes all on me they showing me love I touch money I can't get enough She touch me and she can't get enough And after the club she ready to f**k She want me to wife her I can't fall in love The money come first put nothing above It is what it is It was what it was And I wish you the best of luck Sorry i'm not the one All of my n***as is one New money we counting it up And we gon keep running it up I had to run up the digits Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties We handling business Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling And all of my n***as is with me Yeah we out here and we trying to get it All the real n***as f**k with me All the bad b*t*hes f**k with me I had to run up the digits Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties We handling business Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling And all of my n***as is with me Yeah we out here and we trying to get it All the real n***as f**k with me All the bad b*t*hes f**k with me I was just flipping the chicken I was down bad you know that I had to go get it All of the choppas extended Im a kill you and the beat and I won't leave a witness And all of my b*t*hes in order Some of my b*t*hes is foreign they come cross the boarder Looking like boulders Always look over my shoulder then I drop a deuce in my soda All that I smoke is exotic girl i want your body I tell her come over and ride it Run up a check and stay silent I know that they watching but they can not do nothing about it All black like i'm in illuminati All hundreds b*t*h you know that I got it Gang gang b*t*h you know that we popping Dripping sauce girl you know how i'm rocking I don't know why she thinking i'm the one I looked at her and told her it's none I got like 10 rounds in a gun I done been down bad for a month These n***as faking they just want to front She getting freaky right after the blunt She wanna kick it I don't want to punt My n***as eating take off with your lunch I had to run up them digits I had to run up the digits Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties We handling business Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling And all of my n***as is with me Yeah we out here and we trying to get it All the real n***as f**k with me All the bad b*t*hes f**k with me I had to run up the digits Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties We handling business Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling And all of my n***as is with me Yeah we out here and we trying to get it All the real n***as f**k with me All the bad b*t*hes f**k with me
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