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Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (3X)HeheheWHAT? Uh, sex em upThe fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boyOh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shitUh, check it outBout to "get money"You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'Play Nintendo with Cease-a-LeoPick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"Sex all night, mad head in the morn'Spin my V, smoke all my weedTattoo on tit-tie sayin' B-I-G, now check itYou wanna be my main squeeze babyDon't cha, you wanna gimme what I need babyWon't cha, picture life as my wife just thinkFull length mink, fat X and O' linksBracelets to match, conversation was all thatShowed you the safe combination's and all thatGuess you could say youse the one I trustedWho would ever think that you would spread like mustard?Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spotTook me to court, tried to take all I got'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped herSongtexte"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottieCome to find out, you was fuckin everybodyYou knew about me, the fake IDCases in Virginia, body in D.C.Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin'Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin'Lick in the door, wavin' the four-fourAll you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"Disrespect my click, my shit's imperialFuck around and made her milk box materialYou feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhFuck bitches, get moneyfuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get moneyfuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get moneyfuck niggas, get money WHAT? I see mad girls like youYou seen mad girls just actin' hotI'm tellin' you thoughThere ain't nobody like meYou just frontin', there's people out like that?Uh, whoo! Get at meWho, I told you niggasNiggas, betta grab a seatGrab on your dick as this bitch gets deepDeeper than the pussy of a bitch six feetStiff dicks feel sweet in this little petiteYoung bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay downUsed to bring work outta town on GreyhoundNow I'm Billboard now, niggas press to hit itPlay me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get itRather do the killin' than the stick up jooksRather count a million while you eat my pussyPush me to the limit get my feelings in itGet me open while I'm cummin' down your throatThen, you wanna be my main squeeze niggaDon't cha, you wanna lick between my knees niggaDon't cha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave.Blow up spots on bitches because I'm madBreak up affairs lick shots in the airYou get vexed, and start swingin' everywhereMe shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip mePull out your nine, while I cock on mineYeah what nigga? I ain't got time for thisSo what nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shitNow you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suitsAdrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 bootsThings that make up, for all the games and the liesHallmark cards, sayin', "I apologize"Is you wit me? How could you ever deceive meBut payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe meNaw I ain't gay this ain't no lesbo' flowJust a lil' somethin', to let you motherfuckers knowFuck bitches, get money(Fuck niggas, get money)Wait a minute, wait a minuteBack up, just give me that shit, this shit is mineOh you want my numbers and shit?Look, now you wanna ?I'm all that bitch, don't askYou're fuckin' with a bitch named AphroditeY'all believe that shit?Just playin' with you, word? daddy is all that, oh word? I'm talkin' bout some presidentsTalkin' bout this motherfuckin' cashWhatever you don't think about thisMy nickname was Jesus in high schoolYou don't even believe that shit!God don't believe that shit!I'm the supreme being baby Aus Songtexte Mania