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Where tha money Yea they talkin about we ain't got them muthafuckin bags boys While we drippin and draped up ya understand me I went out and got my bitch some money Where them dollas at Where them ballers at Where them callers at Yeah yeah Fuck a dolla bill Where them hundreds at Blow it like a fan Yeah Yeah Where them dollas at Where them ballers at Where them callers at Yeah yeah Fuck a dolla bill Where them hundreds at Blow it like a fan Hands hands off the stripper Hands off the stripper Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin Please don’t touch if you ain't tippin Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin Songtexte He say he love when I’m drunk cuz I get freaky off the liquor Im rollin up tha woods like I’m allergic to the swishers Lil bitch was tryna hate I saw her drive off in a pick up Ya nigga only see me on the weekend like I’m SZA Yeah I need my bread upfront I spend a hundred like ones Ain't no broke bitch in my section Do em like Kobe No passin Hood but he say its sexy Threw so much cash she got up Said Dreezy you a blessing I just keep on pourin liquor And I’m VIP’n ignoring niggas All my bitches with me rollin Got more smoke than all them niggas Doors flippin foreign whippin Whole life had to go and get it Get you checked you tried to stunt I got three five in my blunt Where them dollas at Where them ballers at Where them callers at Yeah yeah Fuck a dolla bill Where them hundreds at Blow it like a fan Yeah Yeah Where them dollas at Where them ballers at Where them callers at Yeah yeah Fuck a dolla bill Where them hundreds at Blow it like a fan Hands hands off the stripper Hands off the stripper Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin Please don’t touch if you ain't tippin Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin Yeah Gotta money bag Ima go and get that sack and ima run it back Pull up with some bad bitches Probably brought out a hunnid racks Niggas try to touch we on yo ass It ain't none of that Yeah Paper on me Jansport Pull up in a Transporter Bitches they don’t like Cuz I think that I’m so damn important Red light no camcorder Put you niggas in order Fine I’m from the Chi but Gotta peach like I’m in Atlanta Georgia Outside like bubblegum And the insides Peppermint Louie V with my vetement And my bezel lookin like two tens Dope girl like I’m sellin it Send em off like I’m mailin it Need Hennessey and my section lit When I leave countin up presidents Where them dollas at Where them ballers at Where them callers at Yeah yeah Fuck a dolla bill Where them hundreds at Blow it like a fan Yeah Yeah Where them dollas at Where them ballers at Where them callers at Yeah yeah Fuck a dolla bill Where them hundreds at Blow it like a fan Hands hands off the stripper Hands off the stripper Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin Please don’t touch if you ain't tippin Keep ya hands off if you ain't tippin Aus Songtexte Mania