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(Hook + Intro) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (Verse) Fuck bitches, we get money Rubber band stacks and my drink all muddy She might cut the budda but she play her role That big booty stripper girl, that's my ho Rolex watch, no rocks Got your girlfriend on my drop Bitches going down like jump All so many drugs, man I thought my heart stopped Molly with Ciroc, lean with the gas A week passed by, we done blew a whole batch Just me and lil mama getting blowed in the Jag Riding round the city, whole thing on my hand (Hook x2) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money SongtexteFuck bitches, get money (Verse) I fuck bitch, getting money Get riches Mitt Romney These bitches say I act funny Ever since a young nigga got money I got mo bitches, I ain't worried I'm bustin 3 bitches, stealth curry Drink police, fuck police Roll swishas, rock rollies Man she screaming out my name like she know me She said she know me from day one, I was the only Switch it to the note, big house and a big old chain No matter, every day it's the same old thing (Hook x2) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money (Verse) Look, I'm real, you ain't gotta check my bar code Got a big ass 40 in my cargos My tour bust em up, fuck the star coach Cus bitch I'm a motherfuckin star ho My team deadly, you niggas can go and smoke the Jeffrey My life is like a scene from the movie Belly And niggas walkin round with the eyes glowin Man I count 100 with the blinds open And I pull up scoot and in the Maserati I'm in all black, they think I'm in Iluminati Getting hoes and commas Man that's the only thing that we gotta have in common (Hook x2) Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Aus Songtexte Mania