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Fat Money
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Big Chris, Lil Chris
That will cause a problem, just don't call me bro Chris
Talk money with my nigga, or should I say Fat Money?
Let's tell these bro niggas a little bit about this money shit, you hear me?
Big money tall money lil money no money
No capping I been rapping on the road getting show money
But I been in the rain selling cane getting snow money
These hoes love a nigga 'cause they know young and blow money
Black chick, brown skin, light skin, snow-bunny
Hit up magic city In Atlanta and I throw money
If a fuck nigga think it's sweet, tell po hunny
Keep some young hot head shorts who a blow for me (baw-baw-baw-baw-baw-baw)
I been getting money since a youngin call it old money
So much money you think a nigga grow money
Broke ass nigga he scrub spend his hoe money
Tell that lab I ain't doing that never sell your soul money
Shining on these niggas that platinum rose gold money
Diamond on my neck and wrist cost about 400
She be selling pussy for them bands that hoe money
Work a nine to five hell nall that's slow money
Move a few bricks hit some licks that's fast money
Every time you see me bing, bling that's cash
I remember they I ain't even have gas money
Now a fuck nigga play games put a bag on 'em
20 bands 20 grand that's get on his ass money
Fuck robbin, niggas, broke nigga that's mad money
Goofy ass nigga acting like he never had money
I'm a fat nigga so you know a nigga got Fat Money
Who would ever thought a young nigga get rap money?
I was shacking dope cooking crack getting trap money (all frake my nigga) (frake)
Help my dogs out put the gang on the map money
Six, eight, ten of four we be shooting crap money
Enough of big Chris now it's time to hear Fat Money
Double R truck I ain't never had rap money
Came a long way spending Baby Mama Tax money
Fuck a Scat pack Widebody Hellcat money
Buy the whole hood back circulate black money
First young niggas in the hood had crack money
Tan it up Back End Child No Cap Money
Put a price tag on yo head that's hat money (raddadah-skrrrrt-dah dah!)
Duck, duck goose hit the head Quack Quack Money
See a white Wraith on the Sib that's Fat Money
Moe Cat made a whole M that was Cat money
Came out a Pandemic Up no bap dummy
'Bouta call Missy right now I got Saks money
Fontaine send the drip tell him hold dat for me
Run up on me in here you a whole crash dummy (skrr-raddadah-ta-ta)
I could never let it be said nigga Patched Money
Send the pape through asap call it Fax money
I should put a mirror in the booth 'that was facts Money
Give him two nines on his back Warren Sapp Money
You wan' go to war nigga you need more than that money
Make her take a knee for the King Colin Kap Money
Thought I was in Silicon Valley all this app Money (What? Fat Money, Fat Money)
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