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This one look like that one | That one match this one | Fuck it
This one look like that one That one match this one Fuck it Money, money, money It's young Khalifa man And I got money, hoes Money and hoes I got money, hoes Money and hoes Sick, money and hoes Big money talking to you Motherfucker that's 'cause big money bought it to you I'll be stuntin' while them little niggas sayin' nothin' Uh, high ceilings, high hoes High prices for my clothes And I don't even pay for it Barely know who made the shit Meet a bitch, take a bitch Straight back to that big crib Let you roll some rapper weed Put you on some new shit Hit this weed, I show you how I do this My excuse is I'm in Cali So my smoke's highly exclusive And my bitch bad, my money's through the roof Your money short you looking mad You Danny Bonaduce, bitch I'm jumpin' in my coupe I'm rollin' something that taste like fruit And I hear them niggas talkin' shit But there's nothing much that they can do When I got a bitch in your city You should try when you see her Never trippin' on no hoes Nigga what you thought We gettin' money over here I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game I do it big my niggas do the same thing I'm throwin' signs, it's lookin' like I gang bang I'm on the team, it's lookin' like I gang bang I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing I'm smokin' weed, my bitch she smoke the same thing I'm throwin' signs it's lookin' like I gang bang I'm on the team, it's lookin' like I gang bang I tell a bitch bow down To a motherfucking G hoe I work hard, I drink slow But I never keep drinks low Smokey-smokey 'cause I'm a chief hoe Sippin' on Pinot Grigio, richie hoe, greedy ho Got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah My car look like a building Diamonds dancing on top of my wrist Bitch I'm ten feet tall When I'm standing on top of my dick You a sucker hoe, sucka hoe I'm success I feel like a million dollars, bitch I'm up next Money in my hand, I don't need no hand out And they all got their hands up 'Cause they fuck with me hands down (Down, down, down) And the car I push got more tent than a camp ground And my picture always on your bitch background (Do it) Like Prada, it's just me and Cyhi Young enough to be your son But she call me big papa She gave me her oh-na-na Now disappear like ta-da She smoking on that tie-dye Now who the fuck gon' stop us I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game I do it big my niggas do the same thing (I do it) I'm throwin' signs, it's lookin' like I gang bang I'm on the team, it's lookin' like I gang bang I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same thing I'm throwin' signs it's lookin' like I gang bang I'm on the team, it's lookin' like I gang bang Yeah that's right nigga Probably got your bitch in a trance I do it Niggas got me laughin', man that shit funny Damn, that shit funny And my nigga Wiz got this shit hoe (Finally Famous, I do it)
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