I get the money, I stack up
I fucked a bitch, I don't fuck up
Fighting my demons, they locked up
She sniffin' that 2C while I'm in the back, uh
I'm in the back uh, I'm not a back up
She my diva, I wrap up
Don't talk 'bout no shit cause the opps in the corner, they ready to mo'fuckin' drop ya
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Don't even wanna go oh oh
Benjis on the road oh oh
Making all this dough oh oh
Gotta thank the lord oh oh, woah oh oh
Gotta thank the money cause some money I done made up
Fuckin' all these bitches like they really mean a-thing, uh
Benjis on my side like the girl of my dreams, uh
CREAM, get the money, get the dolla-dolla bill, yuh
They making music like this shit a fuckin trend, uh
With the homies bringing drugs up in the van, uh
Pop that, baby do it
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Woah oh oh, baby do it
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