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Water Yeah Yeah Yo, titties are cool, but I really like butts Got a bad chick, man I don't need sluts Pack comin' in and I might need struts Always get gas so I don't need runtz Ugh, pull up in that Elon Musk, Backwood smellin' like must On a full send like Nelk, do what I really wanna do, I don't give two fucks And I get her wetter than a moat, got me feelin' like I'm on a boat Dick got her callin' me the GOAT, funny that it's comin' from the throat Pussy got me dead, got me feelin' like a ghost, dead Backwood so fat, obese, I stay low-key, no police Tryna get me a Benz and a Rollie, only with the friends and the shawty I don't give a fuck, I don't give a shit, I don't give a damn, bitch, I'm goin' ham Everybody know, do it 'cause I can, I got everythin' that I need up in my hand I'ma keep goin' and flowin' and showin' these bitches I'll blow up and act like I ain't knowin' these bitches Ah, they holdin' me back, you holdin' me back, why it feel like I'm towin' you bitches? Two zero, two one, send it, I ain't dead or apprehended If you stupid, you won't comprehend it, if you broke, then you just gotta mend it How you ballin' if you never spend it? Only posin' for the pics at Lenox Ooh, shit, Kevin is a menace, I just sit here servin' like it's tennis I got money comin' from the left, I got money comin' for the right Only difference 'tween you and me is that you got money comin' for your life I ain't never stoppin' what I'm doin', money speakin' to me, yeah, it's fluent Everythin' it's say it sound congruent, you just mad 'cause you could never do it You just mad 'cause you up in the past, you just mad 'cause you ain't get no ass I been drinkin' water, make it splash, light work, money, it's a flash This shit a job for you, it's a hobby, I feel like a rock star like Ozzy I take it, shake it, bake it, Ricky Bobby, they takin' my bags when I walk in the lobby It's easy, sometimes I feel like I'm on TV, these haters can't see me like Stevie You mad 'cause they don't want your CD, well, build you a bridge and get over it I'ma keep droppin' this shit, and you know that I got 'em all dancin' And they say money cannot buy you happiness, well, then I'd rather just cry in a mansion, bitch
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