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Tell that bitch don't speak on me unless it's money talk Money counter on the dresser it keep running off I'm just thinking 'bout that Bentley, I don't want a Porsche Bad bitch, I look like a snack, I'm who he wanna call Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk I know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk I'm fucking with the plug and you be running off Blueface hundreds in the suitcase Versace boots laced, Gucci got the two snakes Bitches too fake, eating I got two plates With my goons a, turn up like it's Tuesday, yeah Bitches gon respect me or I'm taking mine That's your nigga you keep posting, I can make him mine Long nights in the trap yeah make it grind I'm off that molly, call shotti when it's breakfast time They sneak dissing I ignore them everytime I sparkle like a diamond you know that's the way I shine Pull up on your block you know that's my favorite line Pay me all cash you know that it's banking time Man these hoes only talking cuz it's wifi I'm the truth I got sauce baby why lie SongtexteYou ain't never seen a hundred through your wide eyes Man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye Tell that bitch don't speak on me unless it's money talk Money counter on the dresser it keep running off I'm just thinking 'bout that Bentley, I don't want a Porsche Bad bitch, I look like a snack, I'm who he wanna call Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk I know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk I'm fucking with the plug and you be running off You planned it, but I won't understand it and I spray it out All hundreds, but the 20's rubberbanded, they want problems we got answers You know what tip we on down to chop we get active We'll leave you hoes dramatic Disrespect a bitch like I ain't got no manners in Atlanta with my niggas Pouring 4's in our feelings, all these pros I been stacking Got these hoes talkin wreckless, bitch what I got on cost Some racks I ain't just rapping yeah Real bitch day one and day two Talking crazy knock her out the park, like she babe ruth Hoes say they fucking with me they smoking K2 Pull up in a hell cat, and watch how hell break loose Man these hoes only talking cuz it's wifi I'm the truth I got sauce baby why lie You ain't never seen a hundred through your wide eyes Man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye Tell that bitch don't speak on me unless it's money talk Money counter on the dresser it keep running off I'm just thinking 'bout that Bentley, I don't want a Porsche Bad bitch, I look like a snack, I'm who he wanna call Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk I know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk I'm fucking with the plug and you be running off Man these hoes only talking cuz it's wifi I'm the truth I got sauce baby why lie You ain't never seen a hundred through your wide eyes Man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye Aus Songtexte Mania