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Niggas ain't fuckin' with me Niggas ain't fuckin' with me Niggas ain't fuckin' with me It's Q Money, ain't shit I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks You said you're fucking with me, Imma just sip my lil tea She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets Wrist cost a quarter key My wrist cost a quarter key I keep the gang with me, 'Cause they goin' bang for me (Keep goin!) I show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came from nothing I made it out, niggas say i got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only god can judge me My teachers done fucked me, but now they wanna fuck me I'm stunting', I keep me some bands in the duffle (That's Louis V!) When I was trappin', I didn't touch nothing My lil niggas servin' for me on the huff Bitch I'm on fire, these hoes wanna puff me Saint Laurent shades got me feeling like Puffy Ain't it ironic that hoe called me ugly Now ain't it ironic that bitch wanna fuck me She wanna suck me SongtexteI'm gettin' money I been sayin' ain't shit funny I get that bag and I blow that Say you get money then show that This is Q money not Kodak Watch where you brinin' your hoe at I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks You said you're fucking with me, Imma just sip my lil tea She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets Wrist cost a quarter key My wrist cost a quarter key I keep the gang with me, 'Cause they goin' bang for me (Keep goin!) I show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came from nothing I made it out, niggas say i got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only god can judge me I used to trap out the corner store I put the grams on the stove I know some bitches that play with their nose Most of my niggas still servin' that dough When I was servin' fiends blew up my phone I blew up the pack, I made that shit back Pull up to the trap or wherever I'm at don't bring your phone out when I'm servin' this pack (For real!) I hit from the back, she gon' get attached Why? 'Cause my dick just like crack I look like I dress, I smell like a sack Why? Cause I got them racks Hit the club popping, Moet, (Yeah!) Hit the strip club and throw it (Yeah!) You got dope then smoke it (Yeah!) I'm still pistol totin' (Yeah!) Momma told me stay focused (Yeah!) Everybody know I'm chosen (Yeah!) Most of these hoes be bogus (Yeah!) 'Cause they don't cop that Lotus (Yeah!) Pour Champagne on my Rollie, (Yeah!) Dress in all black, but I'm still holy (Yeah!) Niggas ain't tough we expose em (Yeah!) Nigga, you ain't tough we expose em (Yeah!) I like my money real neat, just like I like all my freaks You said you're fucking with me, Imma just sip my lil tea She let me fuck her for free, she charged your ass a fee Fuck her on top of the cover, then I still change the sheets Wrist cost a quarter key My wrist cost a quarter key I keep the gang with me 'Cause they goin' bang for me (Keep goin!) I show my ass out in public You'd do the same shit if you came from nothing I made it out, niggas say i got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only god can judge me Aus Songtexte Mania