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Tonight the night, one night only Already sold out This what you've been askin' for Double M, Meek Milly, ROZAY! All the whips got rims on 'em My bitch posts pics, no filters Rich car with the parking sticker, six figures I pray for them bitches who don't feel us Rooftop hellipad, I can sit it down Gold diggers in Dubai, I get around D-boys in Opa-locka still get it down Black curvy dress, I let her zip it down Spin around, lick around, hit it Black wolves in sheep clothes and mink coats Petite broads, unique broads with deep throats Puerto Ricans with cocaina on speedboats Fuck Obamacare, I want a kilo I keep a stick in the Rolls Royce You never know, ridin' with your old boy My cigar lit up like I'm Suge Knight Put a bullet in a bully, nigga, good night Yeah baby, show you all the finer things Cuban links and diamond rings You know you've got designer dreams Songtexte(Get it, get money) Everything's expensive, nothing's too good Champagne with the movie stars Black Maybach in my garage Rolexes and all the Audemars Everything's expensive, nothing's too good I'm talkin' slick with a big dick Food stamp recipient in a big Benz We in the party and we 40 deep 80 bitches wanna fuck these 40 Gs Nigga bottle tab 40 Gs We gettin' money with Detroit players My west coast homies touchin' much paper East coast niggas got the city hot Count a half a milli, do the Diddy bop I keep my city posted to the top Dirty south niggas frontin' 50 blocks Niggas killin' bitches over ass shots DC niggas even killin' cops All my real niggas just seein' guap Yeah baby, show you all the finer things Cuban links and diamond rings You know you've got designer dreams (Get it, get money) Everything's expensive, nothing's too good Champagne with the movie stars Black Maybach in my garage Rolexes and all the Audemars Everything's expensive, nothing's too good This should be the Real Nigga Grammys, where we buy Rollies And treat 'em like trophies, you'll never understand me You ain't come where I come from, niggas on xannys Mommy on crack, how we gon' feed the family? Might as well start sellin' it, everybody inhalin' it Young, black and intelligent, what they should've been tellin' us But they was jailin' us, lockin' us in a cell with a stranger So they could raise us and wonder why we rebellious, up Niggas goin' through pain I ain't show up to school cause I was goin' through things Now I'm gettin' this money, feel like I'm goin' through change Niggas drivin' me crazy, they do it all for this fame Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, they all phony When I was broke, they wasn't 'round and they all on me Two Maybachs in that billion yard, homie Dropped a couple mill in the crib like a mall, homie Yeah baby, show you all the finer things Cuban links and diamond rings You know you've got designer dreams (Get it, get money) Everything's expensive, nothing's too good Champagne with the movie stars Black Maybach in my garage Rolexes and all the Audemars Everything's expensive, nothing's too good Aus Songtexte Mania