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(Intro) Rich Boy, we at em once again You see where we're going? You take the 65 or you take the 10 You take the charter or you take the G5 You can take your Chevy And you can take the truck Class is in sessions suckas Hey Rich Boy, I think it's time It's time! Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit (Hook) Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe SongtexteSpin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo (Verse) Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Purple juice, sip it slow Pour a fo, it's time to blow Fuck up on a moment bruh Feds come searching for the gun Make them racks out of corn Bounce that pussy in the zone Stack, you go spend it then Never seen no hater win Hotel bedroom full of wind and then they want my cool again I'm a polo, fuck the world, fuck the laws Them stacks ho, filthy rich bitch time to ball Count that cheese, I'm major league You fake to me, too make believe Use yo head and bend yo knees She come to please and then she leave Flip that quick and hit that lick Pop that bottle, pour that shit With that ass she do magic And she love to trick or treat Dollar bills that's what I'm bout My nigga Cee Lo cashing out Bitch we talking large amounts How much money you tryna count? Count that pass, that blunt and rhyme Smoke that purp and burn it down Salute to my nigga Bun, it's time for me to loud shit now (Hook) Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo (Verse) You know just how a nigga livin I be grinding for a living Tryna stack it to the ceiling Why you niggas was flat style Dreaming on yo mama couch I was breaking down peas Try not to stink up my mama house Uh, real shit you better ask about me Fuck friends, I only feel right when them racks surround me Ale servin, middle of the mall, poop side shit Oh lady man, house flooded with Jordan shoe boxes She just wanna count cuz she love this shit If I ever disappear she'll be swine flu infected sick Grind hard, I'll never quit this shit Wanna give my daughter the world so I need the biggest lick in here Fuck skirt, chasing bars Some can live a boss life Then these hoes by the dozen Every ho gon be the boss wife If you don't respect that my nigga kill yo self It's king's tomb, I make kings moves better wealth (Hook x2) Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Get dat doe, fuck that hoe Spin that shit, make some mo Aus Songtexte Mania