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GET MONEY BITCH
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Van Buren Records
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Get that bag, n***a Roll that n***a up, turn him into ash, n***a What you mean my team ain't lit? Ho, we pa**ing on you And my b*t*h got YSL, this ain't no Fashion Nova We just went and upped the price, go get an extra lawyer And my young gun, he go dumb dumb, call him stupid head If I wasn't rappin', b*t*h, I'm still the money man I get bags for real, yeah, ho, let's talk for real, ayy Soley on my body and they think this Rick for real, ayy I got drip for sale, she give me brain like she from Yale, ayy I just called Khaleel, he talkin' money sh*t for real, let's get it Made some bands from off some sweaters, I feel like I'm Virgil, n***a Took my swag, reimburse me, n***a Yeah, for real F**k b*t*hes, get money F**k b*t*hes, get money F**k b*t*hes, get money F**k b*t*hes I'm a real n***a (Facts), the f**k is you talking 'bout? Trappin' too dangerous, n***as went scamming route I don't understand, I can't find the words I'm just tryna figure out How you so gangster, sit on the 'net and putting our business out? You n***as is pu**y (You n***as is pu**y) I'ma buy Rollies for the whole gang with this rap check In the hood, you in debt I'm in the hood, I'm in the projects I'm mud walking in Saks Fifth You wildin' out, you a crash test Fresh hundreds my new scent, uh I wake up with no plans Her b***on-down is Dries Van She so loyal, I'm a big fan I'ma blow a bag and run it back I'ma hit it twice and double back I'm an ignant n***a, I'm countin' racks Yeah Ayy Ayy I just grabbed a bag, n***a, ain't this what we asked for? Bodies on the floor, put that a** up on that asphalt Godsend, I ain't ask for it New Bimmer, got the cash for it Tinder b*t*h, had to match for it Hundred more, then I fast forward Shout out to my lil' baby Sue, that be my rib Kappa sandals, chains on, walking 'round my crib I don't say a word, now she thinkin' I'm an a**hole Texas got me active, n***a, now it's time to take over New sounds, got the beats colder These the games that we play, n***a, like it's Daytona Four-five to your head and shoulders Leave you dead, on the dead homies I watch my back now 'cause these fed n***as tryna take over Don, b*t*h, I don't take orders Van Buren, that's the gang, homie B*t*hes like playing games with my name like this sh*t ain't written in stone She tryna say I'm a dog n***a, well then, b*t*h, just come throw me a bone If you ain't talking 'bout money, that sh*t do not matter, just leave me alone N***as be broker then broke, they f**ked up as sh*t, they need them a loan And I just took a lil' trip out to LA just to go to Malibu, cop me some chrome I keep a blade, but keep f**king with me, I'll set up a sniper to aim at your dome I just be quarterbacking hella plays and pa** to my dog like he Julio Jones I'm tryna cop me an AP skelly off droppin' some sh*t that's gon' shake up they bones (Facts) Shake up the house, f**kin' his spouse Wiggle my d**k when it's up in her mouth I feel like Ye back in 2013 Went to the Hamptons and came on her blouse I seen the n***as that's up on the scene Wasn't impressed, so I let myself out N***as don't even be fly or worried 'bout money They just tryna get 'em some clout I can't relate, I was born with some drive I came out the womb and I asked for a Bimmer If you gon' f**k with me, gotta be hundred percent I ain't rockin' with no in-betweeners You better not lose you no money 'round me I'm gon' step on that sh*t and act like I ain't see it (What money?) I know you like to just talk about it But you know I know that you ain't never gon' be it (B*t*h) F**k b*t*hes, get money F**k b*t*hes, get money F**k b*t*hes, get money F**k—
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