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Run it up, slow down Run it up, slow down Run it up, slow down Run it up, slow down Hoes be hating, yeah I just slow dance with the money In a romance with the money In a real trance with the money While these hoes be hating, yeah I just be counting a hundred Really be counting a hundred Young bitch, I came up from nothing While these hoes be hating, yeah I just slow dance with money In a romance with the money In a real trance with the money While these hoes be hating, yeah I just be counting a hundred Really be counting a hundred Young bitch I came up from nothing Way, way down at the bottom Now I just slow dance with the money Every red bottom, I got 'em Use to be hungry for days SongtexteNow I got steak on my plate So wavy, just look at the wave So wavy, just look at the wave Yeah I pull up in the Benz I got that heat on my plate Killin this shit, DOA Killin this shit, DOA Coroner bitch, coroner Yeah, look at us shining I just cop me the Patek I call that perfect timing Look at these perfect diamonds, yeah I just do it BlocBoy on my side, and he is a shooter When we step out, paparazzi want shoot us 20/20 vision, drip on these niggas, jacuzzi Hoes be hating, yeah I just slow dance with money In a romance with the money In a real trance with the money While these hoes be hating, yeah I just be counting a hundred Really be counting a hundred Young bitch, I came up from nothing While these hoes be hating, yeah I just slow dance with money In a romance with the money In a real trance with the money While these hoes be hating, yeah I just be counting a hundred Really be counting a hundred I'ma count up me a check, nothing less (nothing less) I just spent three bands at Louis V, I must confess (word) Jugg and finesse, her ass I caress (yeah, yeah, yeah) If her boyfriend got a problem, I shoot above the chest (rrah) That’s a headshot, no Flinstone, bedrock Witnesses say they heard four shots, then his head dropped I just bought 'bout five Glocks from the pawn shop (that's on my mama) Yeah my niggas down, we eat you like they do lawn stops Before I cut some grass I'm a cut a check yeah Before I touch her ass, gotta get some neck yeah Get my green like Shrek yeah, serving all the crackheads Make his brains hit the skillet like a cracked egg Hoes be hating, yeah I just slow dance with money In a romance with the money In a real trance with the money While these hoes be hating, yeah I just be counting a hundred Really be counting a hundred Young bitch, I came up from nothing While these hoes be hating, yeah I just slow dance with money In a romance with the money In a real trance with the money While these hoes be hating, yeah I just be counting a hundred Really be counting a hundred Aus Songtexte Mania