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[feat. Lil Wayne] What I'm 'bout? I'm 'bout money That young money, that cash money That clean money, that dirty money That legit money and that bad money I got hood bitches, got boojy bitches Got swap meat and Gucci bitches Got ratchet bitches, got classy bitches Got field taken all these happy bitches We on one so I'm laughing, nigga Delete that, laughing at you, nigga You is [?] I'm nasty, nigga Exact my skin a little blacker, nigga Crew of the year, the trophy remain home Y'all must have forgotten, Ray Charles Bad bitch in my bed, I mean oh He 'bout to take the kids to the park She 'bout to take the dick to the dome Hold up Swisher, full of girls, got 50 racks Fuck around with it, fuck around you Not a damn where you wanna go I'm in a hell, what's goody, talk to me Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy SongtexteNever buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet An affiliated, we're fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas Check the score, we up, nigga, treat my dick like a tongue twister Told you in this motherfucker, I'm paid like a motherfucker Give her head like a come cushion, upside down, her blood rushing I'm homeless, bum rushing, fuck you, nigga, that's your fault Yeah, I set the bar high, tell them niggas poll vote I don't need light, my bitch light enough Real animal, these niggas stuffed, these niggas pussies, tell 'em tighten up Street sweeper, make a nigga bite the dust Cake that mellow made it, got an AK with a [?] Bullet holes wide as receivers, let them pussies dry as the cleaners Watch me take off on that good You caked up in that shit, I barely stay popping your hood Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy Never buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet An affiliated, we're fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas Check the score, we up, nigga, at the top is just us, nigga YMCM I be there where the red mean I got no respect for these bitch niggas, all depths, left hand My black big as an elephant, am I foreigner? You can tell I am My cards out and my eyes shining, my bitch like an American Ask Birdman I'm a big timer, rich game, go on my shit designer New check, new coup, my roof disappear, call it narrow mind Tell the DJ let my haters know I'm in the building Aus Songtexte Mania