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Nancia Pierre
Nancia Pierre
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Demetri Fincher
Demetri Fincher
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Big Jeezy
Big Jeezy
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Nancia, Smokehouse, Jay Hunt, what's good, make this shit pop, whoo, whoo, whoo Yeah, hopped out the whip, diamonds all over my skin, uh-huh My pockets filled, it made me walk with a limp, uh-huh Can't show love, nobody do me no favors, uh-huh I'm bout my paper, I got a brand new whip in my garage, I think I love it, yuh Got my diamonds dancing like I'm inside of a function Got the hood jumping like these hoes jump to a assumption If it ain't about money then it ain't all for discussion I got a brand new whip in my garage, I think of love, baby I got my diamonds dancing like I'm inside of a fortune Got the hood jumping like these hoes jump to a assumption If it ain't about money then it ain't up for discussion Uh yeah yeah I stack it up it's a fact I'm a beast Diamonds be shining, they all over me Jumping, they jumping, they feeling the beat I do what I want cause it's all about me They know I be bragging, they know I be lit Call me the queen cause they gotta admit Haters be mad they be having a fit But I be too busy, I'm cashing these checks I'm doing better, I'm better than ever Try to show love but I can't do no favors And we ain't gonna talk if it ain't bout my paper I'm on a level you can't even see it I'm feeling myself I slay I stay taking trips to the bank I'm making moves, I do what I do Trust me I'm winning the game Uh uh Yeah Hopped out the whip, diamonds all over my skin My pockets filled, they made me walk with a limp Can't show love, nobody give me no favors I'm bout my paper, I got a brand new whip in my garage, I think I love it, love it I got my diamonds dancing like I'm inside of a fortune Got the hood jumping like these hoes jump to assumption If it ain't about money then it ain't up for discussion I got a brand new whip in my garage, I think I love it, yuh I got my diamonds dancing like I'm inside of a fortune Got the hood jumping like these hoes jump to a assumption If it ain't about money then it ain't up for discussion Uh uh, not up for discussion so no you can't speak If it ain't about money then karma's deceit Got the city unlocked, yeah I got the key And I've been in the game so they know who I be I got them angles and curves, it's a fact I'm in the mood, I'm spicy and bad They tryna keep up but I'm going too fast You going too slow then you ain't gonna last I'm doing better, I'm better than ever Try to show love but I can't do no favors So we ain't gonna talk if it ain't with my paper I'm on a level you can't even see it I'm feeling myself a slave, I stay taking trips to the bank I'm making moves, I do what I do Trust me I'm winning the game Hopped out the whip, diamonds all over my skin My pockets filled, it made me walk with a limp Can't show love, nobody give me no favors I'm bout my paper, I got it ready Whipping like a wedge, I think I love it Got my diamonds dancing like I'm inside of a phone sheet Got the hood jumping like these hoes jump to assumption If it ain't about money then it ain't up for discussion Whipping like a wedge, I think I love it Got my diamonds dancing like I'm inside of a phone sheet Got the hood jumping like these hoes jump to assumption If it ain't about money then it ain't up for discussion
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