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You throwin' it back, back, back, back on me And I'm throwin' stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks on it Look at all this bread you got Is you out of debt or nah? I'm sure this'll help, you by yourself is all that I want I know you could tell but it's only 12 And it's killin' me 'cause I know your shift don't end for another three And my eyes can't stop watchin' you stare at me You know when I throw it up I want you to throw it down Go slow when you pick it up And real low when you drop it down I got that money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe Come take it from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, babe I got that money, come and take it from me Girl, I know you want it, you can come catch a few stacks with a body like that And I ain't even bein' a lie I want what's in between your thighs I heard you like it supersize, and girl All I really need is three minutes, three minutes I swear all I really need is three minutes, three minutes Things I'd do to you if we had privacy One hundred eighty seconds SongtexteWithin the first twenty, bet Young Chachi have you naked Few niggas licked on that clit, but I'm 'bout to disrespect it What? La-la, la-la-la Your boyfriend textin' you, it's soundin' like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Fuck him, real you is with Ass out but I ain't givin' a shit Product from nothin', I made it to rich But they can't stay rich, can't be trustin' these bitches, oh no But somethin' seem different about you Pussy, can't can't leave that alone though Depends will I get him up off you? The molly go deep as the ozone Can you imagine if we had the club to ourselves? I'd be tippin' all night long I'd provide the pole for sure And we would need more than a single song, a song Three minutes You could do a lot in three minutes I swear all I really need is three minutes, three minutes You gotta go hard, must I remind you I got money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe Come take it from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, babe I got that money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe I got it all, the things I'd do to you if we had privacy Aus Songtexte Mania