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(Verse 1) I make this fucking millionaires call me genius Niggas going up when your bitch has become bulimic Ciroc in my cup I got your hoe all in my penis Plus I won't show up until you pay your real reedus 4 miles for his old chick, Rolling like we with Gunplay Fuck your bitch in my crib If ain't shit like Jon J South side like Kanye Poppin shit like Ali Made Mia lost snap back Me and my nigga don't see Everytime you see me you doubt I come in with that good Handgun in little dirt , gonna fuck around in my hood Politic Valuda , chop it up we shook her My mentor drink harder, told I get him , I got him (Hook) Swear we been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames Now we get to the money Swear we been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames SongtexteNow we get to the money (Verse 2) I'ma start this verse and tell you how much that I really make And mister every time you see me I got on a different chain All my people run such a critique they do real estate And know that shit you're talking need to hang it up like pitcher fake I just rub my ass off , I'm gonna pull my pants down And my crystal big I swear that shit look like cabrera house You selfmade , thought in the ninth grade Pumping that 2 chains but I'm rocking 12 chains I do it for the town But I'm steady getting hoes Got more pills than the CDS Call me Dj Khaled bitch 'cause we the best Play that beat no time to waste They hatin' 'cause I'm made Now how I fill my ride with them I threw myself like sign language My name buzzing I'm vibrating Might fuck around 5 places My bitch bad she need a salutation I swear she hotter than fireplaces (Hook) 'Cause we done been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames Now we get to the money 'Cause we done been through it all Now we get to the money Stop dealing with lames Now we get to the money (Verse 3) Er'day killing these tracks bring a medical Hanging with a bad bitch blowing on medical All the new niggers bossin', haters ,we forget about them We receive the hate but just laugh 'cause we don't care about them Niggas hatin' on the team , 'cause we getting bread without 'em My job is to pet your girl Your job is to care about her If you seen this price tag Your ass would be scared to buy this Talking about what you might get, I got it I be in that foreign wheel, with a foreign bitch Blowing on that loud shit Ol G, we on , heat wave, heat brought I'm tatted got a full sleeve on Add berg , we 3 strong Mia Rey singing mean song Then Hollywood nigga we gone Fire! Aus Songtexte Mania