More money
Yeah, ain't nobody getting
As much money as us, baby
Shake down, more money
Light skin broad, fucked her in the car
And gave her my work, told her put it in her bra
Next week this time she killing them all
Tell your ex nigga, I'ma show him how to ball
I'm a dope boy, Kush, flowery
Ain't been a better bad boy since Mike Lowry
Fresh like I dry cleaned the whole wardrobe
My team doing numbers, check the bar codes
I don't chase money, don't ever chase bitches
I just chase liquor but have them all licking
Back in my city, I'm a gorilla
I got that uncut, I'm a dope dealer
I'm dope boy, balling
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like Doughboy in my Jordan's
Every night flipping numbers till the morning
Now let it go, let it go, let it go
Now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this
Yeah, last time you seen me I was in that blue thing
With a supermodel now, I'm in that new thing
With a newer model and I made her pump the gas
Took her up to Harlem then I pumped that ass
I remember I was counting five hundred milly
Around the same time Weezy recorded a milly
One for the money, two for the money
Love a real bitch, that's all about her money
Sorry ass niggas out here, looking funny
So I'm in my own world, Spaced Out, Kid Cudi
Hold the fuck up, RIP hoodie
We're still stunting on 'em, got the hood going dummy
I'm dope boy, balling
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like Doughboy in my Jordan's
Every night flipping numbers till the morning
Now let it go, let it go, let it go
Now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this
Slumber party in the apartments
I should win a drug dealing contest
I'm so real, you could catch a contact
Got that dough dick, I could make her cum back
I still sleep with my scale
All I have for breakfast was ale
All I have for dinner was some good pussy
Got a package in the mail with some good Kush in
Bring your girl here, I might spoil her
Four door Porche with a spoiler
I keep killing pussy, call my lawyer
Made my girl jack, son like La Toya
I'm dope boy, balling
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like Doughboy in my Jordan's
Every night flipping numbers till the morning
Now let it go, let it go, let it go
Now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this
More jewels, more cars and more scrilla
Last leaf, first up like a dope dealer
Purple leaves for the smokey mirrors
I ride on your bitch with a four wheeler
Uh, sharp shooter like the old milla
Banana clip, go on play gorilla
Stepping on your own blood, there's your red bottom
Shot my homie Penthouse, the Feds got him
Look at shawty ass, she can't stand straight
Spent your down payment on my landscape
Any means necessary, I'm gon get it
You fucking with them niggas hands on with it
I'm dope boy, balling
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like Doughboy in my Jordan's
Every night flipping numbers till the morning
Now let it go, let it go, let it go
Now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this
Every night flipping numbers till the morning
Now let it go, let it go
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