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Yeah, yeah (Ooh, that's a Harbody beat) Yeah, yeah I've been countin' up these Benjamins My bank account ain't got no space, I filled it in I ain't dippin' in your business if it ain't bout no dividends Fuck a friend, I got it, I don't need nobody to put my feelings in, ee Yeah, got it out the mud, what's a handout? I'm always walking with a bag just like Santa I went and got it on my own, I can't uno I made a million talkin' over these pianos (Yeah) Yeah, walk up in your party, I got forty on me I used to spin on niggas block with that .40 on me Glock tucked on me right now, you just don't see it on me You probably lose your life if you run up on me Yeah, rch nigga shit, I kept feel it on me Water drippin' on my neck, this shit spillin' on me Yeah, said I wouldn't be shit, had me feeling lonely Now your TV screen, gotta see me on it I heard you came from the dirt now your neck froze (Woah, woah) I heard you turned some lint to a bankroll (Woah, woah) Uh, now you spending thousands on some plain clothes (Woah, woah) It turnt out you that nigga, guess they ain't know Yeah, never let 'em tell you what you can't do Yeah, never let a nigga know your next move SongtexteYeah, notta keep on pushin' when that work through Can't nobody stop your blessing, that's the damn truth Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Get that paper, get that paper Aus Songtexte Mania