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Still a litty nigga Fo' you pull up, bring ya friends with ya Ima big spender, trynna eat me up cause I'm her meal ticket I got bitches trynna fuck for me money but I ain't going I got diamonds on me dancing and singing like Lena Horne Red dots on ya face like a nigga pressed record These niggas get ignored they can't afford my vocal cords Ain't no stopping me more sticks and drums than jamborees I love it when she shake to the beat no tambourines Push my buttons it's gone cost you like a fucking slot machine Next time we see yo face it's gonna be on a silkscreen white tees I call my chopper Fat Joe it made some niggas lean This sawed off done sawed off some family trees, left it sticks and leaves I heard ya last release I damn near went to sleep This chopper clip hold 4-0 we doing NBA sweeps White Lamb red guts clan sheet Fore you pull up bring ya friends with ya Ima big spender, trynna eat me up cause I'm her meal ticket Keep them bitches out ya business, they gone misconstrue ya sentence Can't be me, yeah ima boss, bitches calling me bougie cause they too cheap Leg up hand on her frontal fucking up her wig Leg up hand on her frontal fucking up her wig Leg up hand on her frontal fucking up her wig This bitch be mad about some shit she dreamed I did Ain't shit free no volunteering, pounds go to the highest bidder I told Nuski box him up and I just paid for the shipping Niggas breathing they ain't living, yellow diamonds like the Simpsons I throw hoes like boomerangs and they come back like Robin Givens It ain't the kid first steps I been walking on shit Had to take the diamonds off was gangrening on my wrist All black lamb top down raising my fist I know when them bitches see me they be R. Kelly pissed Balling on them bitches call a nigga J. R. Swish Pockets used to malnourished till I started getting porridge Too much money in the safe I had to open up the storage Skeletons inside my closet niggas want see me a corpse Told her hold them legs up like ref when niggas score, give me space no underscore Enough bricks to build a house we like the commadores Fore you pull up bring ya friends with ya Ima big spender, trynna eat me up cause I'm her meal ticket Keep them bitches out ya business, they gone misconstrue ya sentence Can't be me, yeah ima boss, bitches calling me bougie cause they too cheap Fore you pull up bring ya friends with ya Ima big spender, trynna eat me up cause I'm her meal ticket Keep them bitches out ya business, they gone misconstrue ya sentence Can't be me, yeah ima boss, bitches calling me bougie cause they too cheap
Writer(s): Raymond Mosley Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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