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Trxple7 Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh! Trxple7 "IOD, you got too many racks," I want it doubled, then How the hell you gon' work for a bag, then you fuckin' fumble it? Tell me you don't give a fuck about the money, bitch you troubled then (bah, bah) That boy thought he could flex, we went over and we fumbled him I got the bumblebee rims, I got the 5% tint I got money on me, bitch you know I'm on this shit I might pop you, then it's funny, imma start giggling Makin' all this fuckin' cash, like the Benjamins Yeah I love the Benjamins I'm done makin' money today, start again tomorrow Bitch thought he could say anything, then we fuckin' popped him Got 'em on the floor of functions, yeah, we fuckin' robbed 'em Then I take his bitch, and fuckin' topped her Fuck your friends, bitch, I just want money I don't give a fuck about your 9 to 5, boy you funny Me and squad, we just saw you and I said, "he is gonna fumble" Then you fuckin' tumbled Dropped the bag, and dropped the numbers, you are fuckin' clumsy You ain't never seen no shit like this SongtexteI just spent a whole hundred thousand dollars on a crib In the hills, and I started the Rolls Royce with the Forgiato rims My life is fuckin' sick "IOD, you got too many racks," I want it doubled, then How the hell you gon' work for a bag, then you fuckin' fumble it? Tell me you don't give a fuck about the money, bitch you troubled then (bah, bah) That boy thought he could flex, we went over and we fumbled him I got the bumblebee rims, I got the 5% tint I got money on me, bitch you know I'm on this shit I might pop you, then it's funny, imma start giggling Makin' all this fuckin' cash, like the Benjamins Yeah I love the Benjamins Aus Songtexte Mania